(Verse 1) Worked all week, sun beat me down, Boots on the porch, dust from town, JJ’s callin’, says “you comin’ out?” Tripp’s already laughin’, no doubt. (Pre-Chorus) The light fades gold, the crickets sing, We got no plans, just everything. (Chorus) It’s a tailgate kind of night, Fire glow soft, stars burn bright, Stories flow, hearts unwind, Ain’t much better than this kind of time. Three good friends, and the world feels right, Yeah, it’s a tailgate kind of night. (Verse 2) JJ’s pickin’ that same old tune, Tripp’s jokin’ ‘bout racin’ the moon, I lean back, take it all in, The sound, the smoke, the feel of wind. (Bridge) No bar lights, no city noise, Just old trucks and country boys, If peace had a sound, it’d be right here, Laughter, wind, and a cooler of beer. (Chorus – repeat) It’s a tailgate kind of night, Fire glow soft, stars burn bright, Stories flow, hearts unwind, Ain’t much better than this kind of time. Three good friends, and the world feels right, Yeah, it’s a tailgate kind of night. (Outro) When the fire dies down, and the stars fade gray, We’ll still be smilin’ come break of day. Just three good souls, no wrong, no right— Call it what you want… It’s a tailgate kind of night.
