Luke Bryan takes us on a nostalgic journey back to his rural roots in this heartfelt tune. He paints vivid pictures of growing up in the countryside, where life was simple but rich with experiences. It's about the lessons learned and memories made while riding in trucks—whether hauling hay, heading into town, or just hanging out with friends. 🚜 The song reflects on the innocence of youth, the bond of friendships, and the bittersweet moments that shape who we become. From learning life’s basics on a school bus to experiencing first loves and family struggles, it's clear that these moments are etched deep into his soul. 🌟 This track beautifully captures the essence of small-town life and its lasting impact.
We Rode in Trucks
Lyrics
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids
You either lived on a farm or wish you did
Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
There's a lot about life we learned on the bus,
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin
Thank God we get more than just one shot
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on
That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done
In my mind, I can still see us now,
Ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old man
But I saw how it made my momma cry
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games
Then it was girls, and everything changed
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot
In my mind, I can still see us now
Ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
It's apart of my soul, yeah
It's apart of my soul
Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
Writer(s): LUKE BRYAN, JIM MCCORMICK, ROGER ALAN MURRAH
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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