Tailgate

There's somethin' bout that sun glowin light as the sun goes down

Muddy tires hit them ole dirt roads as we drive all around

We pull up to a nice little spot on the top of a hill

One that looks out across the town now everybody wanna to chill

And if I got all of mine

We'll have one hell of a time

I wanna sit on my tailgate

And crack a cold one with the boys

Invite all our ladies with us

And we can make a lot of noise

Let them kids chase the dogs around