American Spirit - Thomas Rhett

Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck

Lookin' at a pretty blue sky

Tired eyed kids playin' in a sprinkler

Daddy drinkin' cold bud light

Talk about a big life

In a small town, ain’t got a lot

But we sure found what we were looking for

Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop

Levi denim blue eyes

Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs servin' up

It ain’t even fourth of july

That’s just how it is 'round here and we love it

We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin' more

Ohhh

It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?

Ohhh

And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom

Football game

It’s proud of where you from

It’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Old red six string, white piece of paper

Scribbled down, lovin' blue ink

Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody

Sweep her right off of her feet

It’s a preacher, it’s an aisle

It’s a ring on a finger and bible

And a title on a fixer up house

Ohhh

It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?

Ohhh

And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom

Football game

It’s proud of where you from

It’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Ohhh

It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?

Ohhh

And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom

Football game

It’s proud of where you from

It’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Ridin' down red dirt

Drivin' in a white truck

Lookin' at a pretty blue sky