[Verse 1] Friday night, the county line was fading in the dust Your hand across the bench seat, old dashboard shaking loose We left the porch light shrinking by the water tower sign You laughed and said, “Keep rolling,” so I kept that wheel in line [Pre-Chorus] The radio found a station somewhere past the bend And every mile of dark felt like a mile with a friend [Chorus] You got a fast truck, let’s take the back road out Nashville, Tennessee, with the windows rolled down Seventy-five and climbing, Saturday in our veins All my buddies waiting where the Broadway signs burn plain You got a fast truck, running as fast as it can go With that girl of mine beside me and the whole night open road [Verse 2] It was 1986, your blue jeans on the seat We cut through little crossroads where the gravel met the street That old jack-up Chevy wore its years like a crown We were headed for downtown, taking every back way down [Pre-Chorus] The boys were calling from a payphone by the store “Get here when you get here, but don’t miss the open door” [Chorus] You got a fast truck, let’s take the back road out Nashville, Tennessee, with the windows rolled down Seventy-five and climbing, Saturday in our veins All my buddies waiting where the Broadway signs burn plain You got a fast truck, running as fast as it can go With that girl of mine beside me and the whole night open road [Bridge] Years rolled by like mile markers, ninety-seven came around New paint on the fender, same old engine sound Sometimes speed can fool you, make the long way feel too short So we ease it past the county line and let the night unfold [Verse 3] Every day somebody’s flying down that two-lane stretch Till the blue lights find them and the shoulder gets their best We’ve seen the dust settle, heard the warning in the pines Now I keep it steady when your fingers lace with mine [Final Chorus] You got a fast truck, let’s take the back road out Nashville, Tennessee, with the windows rolled down Seventy-five and easy, Saturday in our veins All my buddies laughing where the Broadway signs burn plain You got a fast truck, but we don’t have to race With that girl of mine beside me, let the miles fall into place [Outro] That old road, that old town, that familiar engine sound Fast truck, slow enough to make the good times last around