| When them city boys cross the county lines
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| We circle the trucks cut on the lights
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| Man I’ve seen some good fights
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| Sittin' on a tailgate,
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| Me and my daddy waitin' on the sun
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| Double ought buck shot in my gun
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| Black and tan hound dog itchin' to run
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| Sittin' on a tailgate
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| Drop it down, jump on up
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| The things you can see from the back of a truck
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| A front row seat to laugh and love
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| At a small town pace
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| Hey if you’re looking for me, I can be found
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| With these old boots a few feet off the ground
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| Sittin' on a tailgate
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| We found a little spot we like to park
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| From that first kiss she stole my heart
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| But one night man she tore it apart
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| Sittin' on a tailgate,
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| I’ve sung my share of old Hank songs
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| Even wrote a few of my own
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| All my buddies they sing along
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| Sittin' on a tailgate
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| Drop it down, jump on up
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| The things you can see from the back of a truck
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| A front row seat to laugh and love
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| At a small town pace
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| Hey if you’re looking for me, I can be found
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| With these old boots a few feet off the ground
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| Sittin' on a tailgate
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| Drop it down, jump on up
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| The things you can see from the back of a truck
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| A front row seat to laugh and love
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| At a small town pace
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| Hey if you’re looking for me, I can be found
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| With these old boots a few feet off the ground
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| Sittin' on a tailgate,
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| Ohh yeah
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| Sittin' on a tailgate |