Thomas Rhett American Spirit Lyrics

Ridin’ down red dirt, drivin’ in a white truck, lookin’ at a pretty blue sky

Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler, daddy drinkin’ cold budlight

Talk about a big life in a small town, ain’t got a lot

But we sure found what we were looking for

Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop, Levi denim blue eyes

Bottle rockets blowin’ up, hot dogs servin’ up, it ain’t even fourth of July

That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it

We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

Oh oh oh oh oh

It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it

Oh oh oh oh oh

And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom, football game

It’s proud of where you from, it’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Old red six string, white piece of paper, scribbled down lovin’ blue ink

Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody, sweep her right off of her feet

It’s a preacher, it’s a aisle, it’s a ring on a finger and a bible

And a title on a fixer up house

Oh oh oh oh oh

It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it

Oh oh oh oh oh

And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom, football game

It’s proud of where you from, it’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Oh oh oh oh oh

It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it

Oh oh oh oh oh

And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics

It’s Friday night freedom, football game

It’s proud of where you from, it’s your last name

It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind

So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it

That American spirit

Ridin’ down red dirt, drivin’ in a white truck, lookin’ at a pretty blue sky