[Intro]

Comin' up next is this years summer anthem Radio Jam by Ryan Upchurch

[Chorus]

There was a time when I would drive to the county line

In daddy's truck pickin' up girls with the tags expired

To a Dairy Queen date

Doin' under 35, jammin' BIG 98

With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash

A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab

Just fishin' for love through the radio jam

So let the radio jam (Oooh, oooh)

So let the radio jam (Oooh)

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Man we thought we were somethin' with that new Justin Moore bumpin' and buzzin' off of some beers had like two Bud Lights in my stomach

Blowin' smoke whatnot and hell we was just tryin' to be cool

Tryin' to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school

We's doin' burnouts gettin' tickets and the cops knew our first names

Game warden gave us tickets for night fishin' down at Cheatham Dam

No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas

And the love for summer time and that new hot, hot track

[Chorus]

There was a time when I would drive to the county line

In daddy's truck pickin' up girls with the tags expired

To a Dairy Queen date

Doin' under 35, jammin' BIG 98

With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash

A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab

Just fishin' for love through the radio jam

So let the radio jam (Oooh, oooh)

So let the radio jam (Oooh)

Yeah

[Verse 2]

If I could talk to all the artists who came though my muddy speakers

While I was tailgatin' in the field with both of my fists bleedin'

'Cause I just got in a fight and I thought I's gonna be in trouble

When I walked in daddy's house he looked at me and then he chuckled

He said "What's he look like?"

I said "I don't know 'cause of my adrenaline plus it just me versus like three or four of them

But I didn't let them get me I slammed on his head and Timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat"

[Outro]

'Cause there was a time when I would drive to the edge of that county line

To a Dairy Queen date

Doin' under thirty-five, jammin' BIG 98

With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash

A box of night crawlers and two poles in a single cab (Radio jam)

So let the radio jam (Oooh, oooh)

So let that radio jam (Oooh)

Let the radio jam

Let the radio jam