[Verse 1] Arizona sunset bleeding red and gold, Big blue lifted truck and a couple beers cold. Windows down, your hair blowing wild, One look from you and, girl, there goes my mind. We leave those Phoenix lights disappearing behind, Find an old dirt road where nobody's gonna find Two restless hearts looking for a little escape, With a full moon rising over desert sage. [Pre-Chorus] Tailgate down, throw that old blanket out, You give me that look—I know what you're thinking about. [Chorus] That's why they call it a truck bed, baby, Little bit of moonlight makes us both go crazy. Stars overhead, your lips finding mine, Getting tangled up underneath that Arizona sky. Coors Light cold, but we're heating up instead, Ain't much sleeping going on in this truck bed. Let the coyotes howl, let the whole world disappear, I've got you beside me and a couple cold beers. Yeah, the tailgate's down and the moon's burning red— Now you know why they call it a truck bed. [Verse 2] Boots by the bumper, radio turned down low, Desert breeze moving where the wild things grow. Your head on my chest, my arm around your waist, Neither one of us in any hurry to escape. Then we look straight up at that Milky Way, A billion little lights with nothing left to say. Funny how a night can make you feel alive, When you've got the right woman underneath that western sky. [Chorus] That's why they call it a truck bed, baby, Little bit of moonlight makes us both go crazy. Stars overhead, your lips finding mine, Getting tangled up underneath that Arizona sky. Coors Light cold, but we're heating up instead, Ain't much sleeping going on in this truck bed. Let the coyotes howl, let the whole world disappear, I've got you beside me and a couple cold beers. [Bridge] We might watch the stars, We might kiss till two, Might fog those windows up Before this night's through. No fancy hotel, no California coast, Just an Arizona moon And the woman I want most. [Final Chorus] That's why they call it a truck bed, baby, Where the desert gets quiet and the night gets crazy. Full moon shining, your body close to mine, Making our own heaven underneath that western sky. Two empty Coors Lights sitting by our boots, Dust on the tailgate, nothing left to prove. Then the morning sun comes painting everything red— And we're still wrapped together In that big blue truck bed. [Outro] So take your lady where the pavement ends, Find a desert road and let the night begin. Turn that radio down, put those worries to rest— Arizona made the sky… But Chevy made the bed.
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