Gold in a Silverado

My first one was an 83

Handed down to Dad, handed down to me

Two-tone, chrome, no AC

Cigarette burns on a bench seat

The only guy with a set of keys

Driving NASCAR fast to the Dairy Queen

Bonfires, burnt CDs

It was the soundtrack of seventeen

I found gold in a Silverado

Cloud of smoke, down every road that I’d roll

Spending all of my money on gas back then

Bowtie broke never felt so rich

I found good in a Silverado

I turned 22, bought a new one, used

It was Earnhardt black, and her eyes were blue

We were hearts on fire in the bed of that truck

I can’t believe my luck

I found gold in a Silverado

Cloud of smoke, down every road that I’d roll

She was holding my hand, I was stealing her kiss

Bowtie broke never felt so rich

I found good in a Silverado

It’s 100,000 miles since we’ve been there

But when I grab the wheel, I feel like a millionaire

I found gold in a Silverado

Cloud of smoke, down every road that I’d roll

She was holding my hand I was stealing her kiss

Bowtie broke never felt so rich

I found good in a Silverado

in a Silverado