[Verse 1] I caught him starin’ from the corner, hat low, boots crossed at the bar, Leanin’ on that slow lean like he invented the part. He had that quiet danger wrapped in faded Wranglers and dust, So I grabbed my Shiner, walked straight over—girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, trust. I beat him to the line before he could even think, Looked him up and down and said with a crooked wink… [Chorus] Your truck or mine, cowboy? Clock’s burnin’ midnight oil, We can fog up some windows or leave these boots on Texas soil. Ain’t waitin’ on last call, ain’t askin’ for goodnight— Your truck or mine, sugar? Let’s ride off in these bar lights. [Verse 2] He grinned like he’d never heard a woman take the wheel like that, Said, “My Ford’s got a bench seat, baby, and the tailgate’s already flat.” I laughed and told him, “Boy, my Chevy’s got tinted glass, Cooler in the back, George Strait on blast, and nobody seein’ us pass.” I hooked a finger in his belt loop, pulled him in real close, Felt that heartbeat hammer and whispered the one thing he needed most… [Chorus] Your truck or mine, cowboy? Clock’s burnin’ midnight oil, We can fog up some windows or leave these boots on Texas soil. Don’t matter who’s drivin’, long as I’m ridin’ with you tonight— Your truck or mine, baby? Let’s make these taillights ignite. [Bridge – half-spoken, sultry as hell] He said, “Mine’s got more leg room…” I said, “Mine’s got better radio… and nobody can see what I’m about to do to you.” I flipped a quarter in the air, let it land on the bar— “Heads I drive, tails you do… either way, you ain’t goin’ far.” [Final Chorus – big lift, full band, crowd sing-along] Your truck or mine, cowboy? Hell, just pick one fast, This fire ain’t waitin’ on gravel or a half-empty shot glass. Crank the key, kill the lights, let the crickets sing our song— Your truck or mine, darlin’? We’re already halfway gone. Yeah, your truck or mine— We’ll figure out whose bed we’re wreckin’ when the sun comes up… if it dares. [Tag – shouted over engine rev and fiddle solo] Shotgun’s mine, cowboy—now move over or lose your turn!
