Lyrics:

Yeah, I worked all week
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved
Get the cover off the ’68
Fire it up, and let them horses sing
A little pretty thing
A little tan-legged Georgia dream
She’s a rocking them holey jeans
Baby, what you got going on Saturday?
You know, words got it
There’s going to be a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine

Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting around watching all these pretty things
Getting down in that Georgia clay
And I’ll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to some Skynyrd or some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kind of party

Girl, well if you’re going to drink
Go on baby, just do your thing
Give up your keys
Hell why drive when you can stay with me?
And then after while we’ll sneak away from the bonfire
Walk by the moonlight and down at the riverside
Gotcha sipping on the moonshine
Baby, if you’re in mood you can settle for a one night rodeo
If you can be my tan-legged Juliet
I’ll be your Redneck Romeo

Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting around watching all these pretty things
Getting down in that Georgia clay
And I’ll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to some Skynyrd or some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kind of party
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting around watching all these pretty things
Getting down in that Georgia clay
And I’ll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to some Skynyrd or some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kind of party

Where ya’ll going?
We still got a keg breathing