Pick Her Up - Hot Country Knights, Travis Tritt

So you finally got the nerve to ask that little girl

You’ve been diggin' on if she wants to go out

And she said yes, now you’re wantin' impress

But you ain’t got no Casanova knowhow

You ain’t gotta read a book to get her on the hook

She’s a country baby through and through

If you wanna do her right on a Saturday night

This is all you’ve gotta do

Pick her up in a pickup truck

And take her out to a honky tonk

Turn an ice cold longneck up

Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world

Of a pretty little country girl

Just know when you pick her up

Pick her up in a pickup truck

(Ain't that right, Travis?)

Yeah, buddy, she ain’t got no use for a BMW

Or wine from a hundred dollar bottle

She’d rather bounce around in the outskirts of town

Shotgunnin' in a muddy Silverado

If you’re gonna have a chance to closin' time romance

Put the switch on the neon hard

Don’t you forget the first step 'fore you get to two steps

Knowin' right where to start

Pick her up in a pickup truck

And take her out to a honky tonk

Turn an ice cold longneck up

Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world

Of a pretty little country girl

Just know when you pick her up

Pick her up in a pickup truck

Go get her son!

Woo!

Yeah!

She wants to party and paint the town

Kick up her boots to a country sound

Come on, buddy, don’t let us down

Pick her up in a pickup truck

And take her out to a honky tonk

Turn an ice cold longneck up

Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world

Of a pretty little country girl

Just know when you pick her up

Pick her up in a pickup truck

You might even make her fall in love

Pick her up in a pickup truck