Kickin' at the gravel in a parking lot
Runnin' cross the street to the record shop
Talkin' to my buddy 'bout some hip hop tune
Hotter than a firework and it's still June
Sun's about to burn itself right out of the sky
Guess we'll all be lucky if we don't fry
And the preacher's baptism' at the river bend
Wash the dust off a Dixie, start all over again
CHORUS:
It was Saturday night and I swore I'd never leave her
We had the boss man blastin' on the radio receiver
they say history plays tricks, she's a real deceiver
She gave me something from her heart back then-
She made me a true believer
I believed that every little word she said
Whispered through the sycamores in my head
Did we really drive her daddy's truck across Dry Creek
My hands shakin' at the wheel as her knees went weak
Pulled back in the woods and shut the headlights off
Jesus how'd she ever get her hair so soft
Can't see what I'm doin', don't know if I should
Can't see what I'm doin', Lord it sure feels good
REPEAT CHORUS
I'm a true believer and I'm lookin' for a sign
That she can still hear this heart of mine
Beatin' to the rhythm of the rock and the roll
I'm a true believer that the girl's got soul
Now I'm back in Alabama by that river bend
Well that preacher's baptizin' his flock again
Well we had some hard times and a little luck
And her daddy gave us that old pickup truck
We drove it on up to Birmingham
An bought ourselves a pair of matchin' weddin' bands
God,that was almost 21 years ago
And we still got the boss man on the radio
REPEAT CHORUS