Late Summer Moon

I know I ain't the kind of guy that fits your description Worn-out boots and faded jeans just ain't in your prescription Yeah my music's loud, my beard gets a little long But take a minute, sit on down and hear this song I know I don't play football; I ain't on the team But you can climb onto the seat of my old beat-up Jeep I can make you smile with a country tune 'Neath the glow of that Late Summer Moon 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be just fine So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon Yeah I can get crazy, guess I scared your friends away They'll tell you I'm no good, keep us from doing what we should So bring 'em on out here, I'll sing my tune And show 'em what we got, in that Late Summer Moon 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be just fine So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon And if at some point, it gets a little cold If you want me to, I can take you home 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be alright So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon