When them city boys cross the county lines we circle the trucks cut on the lights. Man, I've seen some good fights sittin on a tailgate. Me and my daddy waitin on the sun, double old buck shot in my gun. Black and tan hound dog itchin to run, sittin on a tailgate.
Drop it down, jump on up, the things you can see from the back of a truck. A front row seat to laugh and love at a small town pace. Hey, if you're looking for me, I can be found with these old boots a few feet off the ground, sittin on a tailgate.
We found a little spot we like to park from that first kiss she stole my heart. But one night man she tore it apart, sittin on a tailgate. I've sung my share of old Hank songs, even wrote a few of my own. All my buddies they sing along, sittin on a tailgate.
Drop it down, jump on up, the things you can see from the back of a truck. A front row seat to laugh and love at a small town pace. Hey, if you're looking for me, I can be found with these old boots a few feet off the ground, sittin on a tailgate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
