Young Love & Saturday Nights

He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run

And the radio never turns down

He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothing

No commas in his bank account

But there's a girl at the hole in the wall where he plays

Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta

That Silverado he got parked outside

Loves a cranking '89 Alabama

Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light

Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling

For bad boys that their daddies don't like

Small towns that keep staying small

Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

There's always pawn shops, sell beat-up guitars

To a kid with some hand-me-down keys

As long as leather jackets

Keep stealing hearts like Elvis and Cash and James Dean

There'll be a girl

At the hole in the wall where he plays

Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta

That Silverado he got parked outside

Loves a cranking '89 Alabama

Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light

Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling

For bad boys that their daddies don't like

Small towns that keep staying small

Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Tank of gas, some blue eyes and some beer in the back

Falling way too fast for a

Southern drawl from north of Atlanta

That Silverado he got parked outside

Loves a cranking '89 Alabama

Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light

Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling

For bad boys that their daddies don't like

Small towns that keep staying small

Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Yeah, Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Young love and Saturday nights

Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na