Days of Gold - Live from the Wiltern Theatre

Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like her lipstick

Out here we can let it go, yeah

Just me and my good friends, jug of wine a little sip

Out here baby you just never know

Yeah, these are the days of gold

Well it's a Southern summer

Whiskey's in the air, dogs on the burner

Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold

Southern summer

That sun shinin' down like daddy's silver dollar

Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold

A little July sky, so high moon shine by the riverside

Stealin' hearts and runnin' wild

Yeah, our own world, Tennessee boys and girls runnin' free

Out here it's good times for miles

Yeah, these are the days of gold

Well it's a Southern summer

Whiskey's in the air, dogs on the burner

Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold

Southern summer

That sun shinin' down like daddy's silver dollar

Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold

A little bit of you, a little bit of me

What you wanna do, what's it gonna be

We can get wild, we can live free

Or you can shake it for me baby like a tambourine

Slice of watermelon and you spit the seed

Sweat on your back stickin' to the seat

We can sneak off and beat the heat

I'll be buzzin' on you honey like a bumblebee

Yeah, it's a Southern summer

Whiskey's in the air, dogs on the burner

Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold

Southern summer

That sun shining down like daddy's silver dollar

Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold