In a rusty old truck, we drive through the night
Past fields of corn, where the stars shine bright
Dust kicks up in the rearview, moon's our guide
With a six-pack in the cooler, love by my side
Hollow wind through the trees, a lonesome choir
Songs of old memories, dreams on fire
Tangled heartstrings, like barbed wire tight
But your laugh cuts through, makes everything right
Cold beer and barbed wire, life in between
Sweat on our brows, living the dream
Holding on together, come what may
In this wild, rambling country way
Grandpa's shotgun rests in the back
Next to the tackle box and an old gunny sack
Fishing pole ready for dawn's first light
We live for simple pleasures in the dead of night
That old red barn silhouetted in the haze
Filled with hard-working memories of bygone days
His hands worn from tilling God's own ground
He taught me love ain't lost, just needs to be found
Cold beer and barbed wire, life in between
Sweat on our brows, living the dream
Holding on together, come what may
In this wild, rambling country way.