Mud on the Tailgate
(hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh) Friday night,
the clock hits five
We’re throwing off the dust just to feel alive
Six-pack cooling in the bed of the truck
We ain’t got much money,
but we’re loaded on luck
Met the boys at the regular spot
Where the air is thick and the asphalt's hot
(here we go now)
We got mud on the tailgate,
smoke in the air
Ripping down the backroads,
we don’t care
Turn the radio
up till the speakers cry
Holding on tight under a midnight sky
Yeah, we live for the grit and the open lane
Washing our sins down in the pouring rain!
(sing it loud!)
(hell yeah!)
We got mud on the tailgate,
smoke in the air
Ripping down the backroads,
we don’t care
Turn the radio up till the speakers cry
Holding on tight under a midnight sky
Yeah, we live for the grit and the open lane
Washing our sins down in the pouring rain!
(wash it down!)
(holding on tight)
(washing our sins down)