[intro] Tailgate down, headlights hummin’ Boots on gravel, we’re already comin’ Cut the radio low, let the whole block know [hook] Tailgate down, we’re rollin’ in Little town buzz and a backseat grin If you hear that boom, that’s us pullin’ through Windows shakin’ when the song cuts loose Tailgate down, let it all swing wide Friday’s finally got us on its side [pre-chorus] Hear that porch swing creak when the bass rolls in Jolt of the amp and a grin on my chin We ain’t here to be quiet, we’re here to run it loud One more count and we’re breakin’ through the crowd [singer A] We’re tearin’ through the night like a small-town son of a gun Climbin’ up the bar We came to raise some dust tonight Fiddle, steel, and kick drum Bass slappin’ in the back Whole country crew keepin’ this old place rattlin’ [melodic interlude] [pre-chorus] Neon on the beer signs, sweat on the sleeve Everybody here can feel what I mean Tip the glass back, let that old tune start We’re halfway to wild and just gettin’ started [singer B] Now Hank Williams and Conway Twitty They still got a hold on me Leanin’ in a dive bar booth Sippin’ brown liquor, talkin’ easy [transition] [pre-chorus] When the band kicks off and the boots hit floor That girl at the bar keeps askin’ for more I lean in close, let the chorus land Then I’m back in the room with a microphone in hand [singer A] Cold beers, a couple shots And that red-lip girl slidin’ one more my way from the bar Baby, I’m tellin’ you, there ain’t much finer on a Friday night Than a cold one and a woman with a laugh You know exactly what I mean [instrumental] [pre-chorus] They can talk big talk from the back row seats But this old road way still fits my feet Hank in my head, that grit in my throat Watch me turn it loose when the downbeat rolls [singer B] Folks around here and that Nashville set Say, boy, you’re finally cut loose Yeah, Hank might be in the room But I’ll teach ’em what a road dog can do With a rebel grin and a six-string snarl And a voice that cuts clean through [outro] Leave the last round on the table Let the screen door bang behind us We’ll be back before too long Same crew, same song, same dust up around us
