Chris Young - Young Love & Saturday Nights Lyrics

He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run
And the radio never turns down
He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothin'
No commas in his bank account

But there's a girl
At the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)

As long as pawn shops sell beat-up guitars
To a kid with some hand-me-down keys
As long as leather jackets keep stealin' hearts
Like Elvis and Cash and James Dean

There'll be a girl
At the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)

Tank of gas
Some blue eyes and some beer in the back
Fallin' way too fast

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Yeah, Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Young love and Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)