Coke Flavored Icee

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marlboro Lights and a Coke-flavored Icee