COUNTRY . Song : Evening rest.

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Summer sun is shining bright, trucks are rolling in,
Crack a cold one, raise it high, let the fun begin,
Bonfire's glow lights up the night, laughter in the air,
In this little piece of heaven, ain't no worries, no one cares.


Daisy Duke and flannel shirts, boots all caked in mud,
Country tunes on radio, down by the fishing crud,
Grillin' steaks on fire pits, smellin' oh so sweet,
Big ol' slab of watermelon, nothing can compete.


We're dancing 'neath the stars tonight,
Where life is simple, and the feeling's right,
The moon's our disco ball, the fields our dance floor,
Our kind of holiday, we just keep wanting more.


Grandma's famous apple pie cooling on the porch,
Fireflies like twinkle lights, nature's little torch,
Kids are playing tag and hide and seek around the yard,
While we sip our sweet iced tea and strum guitars real hard.


Turn the volume up on that ol' radio,
Harmonica's wailin', fiddles start to go,
Feel the rhythm in our feet, hearts beat in time,
A redneck celebration, sharing yours and mine.