Letras
Dang
I ain't ever puttin' WD-40 on this front porch chain
I can't, but I can almost hear that paycheck droppin' in the bank
I don't know what's gonna happen tonight
But there's a good chance it's gonna sound like
Boots on the back porch stompin' on the two-four little bit of long neck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the jukebox bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Hot damn
You oughta hear a tail gate droppin' on an old Dodge Ram
Or all my rowdy friends
Standin' 'round a bonfire, drinkin' singin' "Pickup Man"
Howlin' like some Bluetick hounds
Man, I almost hear it now
Boots on the back porch stompin' on the two-four little bit of long neck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the jukebox bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Boots on the back porch stompin' on the two-four little bit of long neck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the jukebox bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night