Days Of Gold - The Cadillac Three

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

Out here we can let it go, yeah

Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip

Out here baby you just never know

Yeah, these are the days of gold

Hell, it’s a Southern summer

Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner

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

Southern summer

And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar

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

The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side

Stealing hearts and running wild

In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free

Out here it’s good times for miles

Yeah, these are the days of gold

Hell, it’s a Southern summer

Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner

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

Southern summer

And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar

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

Hell, it’s a Southern summer

Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner

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

Southern summer

And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar

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