They Rode In Trucks

I've been loving this song more than usual lately. I think it's because it reminds me so much of Will and his hoodrat, redneck, good ol' boy, friends.

Here they are. Three of the goofiest people that I have ever met. That grew up ridin' in trucks, huntin', fishin', giggin' muddin', building fires for the sake of building a fire, driving around their coastal, swampy back roads blaring country music with squirrel tails tied to their over sized antennas, working their tails off during the week so they can party on the weekends, gettin' in fights, drinkin' Sundrop like there's no tomorrow, and actin' a fool any chance they could get.

I love them.

Will, Gary, and Ryan. 

Their trucks that I'm pretty sure they love only second to each other.