| Man it’s just another Tennessee day
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| So I call my baby say I’m on my way
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| Then hit up the boys, tell 'em meet me in the mud
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| Bring a few jars of shine and a couple bags of bud
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| We’re livin' it up, yeah tonight it’s goin' down
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| Couple cases of long necks and plenty Apple Crown
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| We gather around the bonfire let our troubles escape
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| And we gon' have a good time man whatever it takes
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| I got the grill loaded up baby backs been smoked
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| This barbecue is hard to do man and that’s no joke
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| I’m talkin' fall right off the bone finger lickin' while you’re kickin' it
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| We gon' keep the party live and make sure that you remember it
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| Smell of good pine as well as some good shine
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| Intertwined with my kind one hell of a good time
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| Yeah, when we get there we gon' pop a few tops
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| Put your favorite song on and let the tailgate drop, come on
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| Hop your little self in my big ol' truck
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| Roll the windows down get your hair messed up
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| Sling a little mud on a Saturday afternoon
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| Pop a few tops let the tailgate drop
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| Call all our friends the party won’t stop
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| Crank up the radio and play your favorite tune
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| We got all afternoon
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| A nice breeze on a summer’s eve
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| Sets the mood right into the moon light
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| We turn up until the sun goes down
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| Let us show you how a small town throws down
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| It ain’t hard to do good people lots of food
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| Everything deep fried or barbecued mmm hmm
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| And anything you can think of to drink up
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| Now raise your drinks up, yeah raise your drinks up
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| And have a toast to the ones who are here to party
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| Little drinkin' little smokin' ain’t hurtin' nobody
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| But look at her body movin' in that sun dress
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| Drinkin' Miller Lite pretty as the sun sets
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| And by sun set better get her info
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| Tell her hop in the truck and roll down the windows
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| Music up slingin' mud as we drive away
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| And prolly do the same thing next Saturday
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| Hop your little self in my big ol' truck
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| Roll the windows down get your hair messed up
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| Sling a little mud on a Saturday afternoon
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| Pop a few tops let the tailgate drop
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| Call all our friends the party won’t stop
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| Crank up the radio and play your favorite tune
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| We got all afternoon
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| Hop your little self in my big ol' truck
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| Roll the windows down get your hair messed up
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| Sling a little mud on a Saturday afternoon
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| Pop a few tops let the tailgate drop
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| Call all our friends the party won’t stop
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| Crank up the radio and play your favorite tune
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| We got all afternoon
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| Hop your little self in my big ol' truck
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| Roll the windows down get your hair messed up
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| Sling a little mud on a Saturday afternoon
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| We got nothin' but time baby
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| Pop a few tops let the tailgate drop
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| Call all our friends the party won’t stop
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| Crank up the radio and play your favorite tune
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| We got all afternoon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday Afternoon , by - Mud Digger. Song from the album Mud Digger, Vol. 6, in the genre Кантри