Lyrics Pick Her Up - Hot Country Knights, Travis Tritt

Pick Her Up

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