Sun setting low on the county line, radios playing a tune so fine
Dusty roads where the wild hearts meet in my truck, riding down Main Street
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
The moon's rising high, fireflies dance, got a sweet little thing grabbing a chance
Twirl around under the harvest lights, living our best in these country nights
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
Old jeans, new dreams, tales by the fire, songs of old strumming on guitar wire
Laugh till we cry, sing till we shout, these are the moments life's all about
Barn doors open, band starts to play, stomping our feet, doing it our way
Cool breeze, sweet tea, peach pie on the side, these country roots we wear with pride
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
When the sun comes up, we'll all agree, nothing beats a night of feeling this free
Boots off, hearts full, smiles wide, waiting for the next sunset ride
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Sun setting low on the county line, radios playing a tune so fine
Dusty roads where the wild hearts meet in my truck, riding down Main Street
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
The moon's rising high, fireflies dance, got a sweet little thing grabbing a chance
Twirl around under the harvest lights, living our best in these country nights
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
Old jeans, new dreams, tales by the fire, songs of old strumming on guitar wire
Laugh till we cry, sing till we shout, these are the moments life's all about
Barn doors open, band starts to play, stomping our feet, doing it our way
Cool breeze, sweet tea, peach pie on the side, these country roots we wear with pride
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
When the sun comes up, we'll all agree, nothing beats a night of feeling this free
Boots off, hearts full, smiles wide, waiting for the next sunset ride
Dusty roads where the wild hearts meet in my truck, riding down Main Street
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
The moon's rising high, fireflies dance, got a sweet little thing grabbing a chance
Twirl around under the harvest lights, living our best in these country nights
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
Old jeans, new dreams, tales by the fire, songs of old strumming on guitar wire
Laugh till we cry, sing till we shout, these are the moments life's all about
Barn doors open, band starts to play, stomping our feet, doing it our way
Cool breeze, sweet tea, peach pie on the side, these country roots we wear with pride
Put on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
When the sun comes up, we'll all agree, nothing beats a night of feeling this free
Boots off, hearts full, smiles wide, waiting for the next sunset ride
Writer: Steven McDonald
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid