country music perfection

I think someone should take me on a date to see the longest ride, then we can park the truck out in the middle of no where and dance to Brantley Gilbert and George Strait songs with the light of the camp fire reflecting off our skin, then we can cuddle up and fall asleep in each other's arms in the back of the truck, and then wake up entangled in the blankets of the truck and watch the sunrise...

Now if only I can find someone to do that with..

“She’s a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy’s sweet money done jacked it up
She’s a party-all-nighter from South Carolina, a bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She’s a raging cajun, a lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin’ walk, brother she’s all

Country, (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She’s country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That’s the way she was born and raised, she ain’t afraid to stay, country
Brother she’s country” -Jason Aldean