I worked all week
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved
I got the cover off the '68
I fired it up, and let them horses sing
A little pretty thing
A little tan leg Georgia dream
She's a rockin' them holey jeans
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna 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 jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party

Well if you wanna drink
Go baby, just do your thing
But 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 to the riverside
Gotcha sippin' on some moonshine
Baby, if you're in the mood and you can settle for a one night rodeo
You could be my tan-legged Juliet
I'll be your Redneck Romeo

Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party

Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party

Ha ha, y'all ready for this?
Y'all go head and turn it on up
Ha

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Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert