Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan Fletcher
Performer
David Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Chris Powell
Drums
Brian Allen
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Fletcher
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Songwriter
Chris LaCorte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Tapley
Recording Engineer
Phillip Smith
Assistant Engineer
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Towles
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
David Cobb
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He worked 9 to 8 seven days a week
'Til Mama finally made him make his Sundays free
He'd close Saturday, come and get me
We'd hit the gas station right down the street
Yeah, I'd overfill a cup and wipe it up with a napkin
While he's at the counter for a pack of bad habits
Ten in the tank, Stones in the static
One of them things thought I'd always have, yeah
[Chorus]
Saturday night, nowhere to be
Talking 'bout nothing in his Ford front seat
Riding around, just him and me
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
[Instrumental]
We'd talk school and fishing rolling through town
He'd fire up another, roll the windows down
Those nights were ours, a boys night out
Didn't seem like much then, but it's everything now, yeah
[Chorus]
Saturday night, nowhere to be
Talking 'bout nothing in his Ford front seat
Riding around, just him and me
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
[Instrumental]
Now it's Saturday night, I got nowhere to be
I keep a stale pack of smokes in the shotgun seat
Riding around like he's still here with me
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
[Chorus]
Saturday night, nowhere to be
Talking 'bout nothing in his Ford front seat
Riding around, just him and me
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
Saturday night, nowhere to be
Talking 'bout nothing in his Ford front seat
Riding around, just him and me
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
[Outro]
Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee
Written by: Chris LaCorte, Jordan Fletcher, Randy Montana