Once Upon A Tailgate

There was an empty lot out in the acreage close to home

We’d send a massive group text blow up everybody’s phones

And when the sunlight would start to fade

We’d throw it in the truck and we’d press play

Once upon a tailgate there sat tall cold natty ice

We’d drink them by the train tracks every single Friday night

We’d ponder life for hours til’ the bonfire lost its glow

And honky Tonks and bars were hallowed ground we used to roam

And Hank, hank was the soundtrack to our yesterdays,

Our dirt road escapades

I miss those days

Yes I still have the mix CD we’d rage to back in two thousand thirteen

I wonder where Miranda ended up

We shared special moments sipping from our dixie cups

Who knows what could’ve happened if she opened my snap chat that said watsup,

Would we have fallen in love

Once upon a tailgate there sat tall cold natty ice

We’d drink them by the train tracks every single Friday night

We’d ponder life for hours til’ the bonfire lost its glow

And honky Tonks and bars were hallowed ground we used to roam

And Hank, hank was the soundtrack to our yesterdays,

Our dirt road escapades

I miss those days

Yes I still have the mix CD we’d rage to back in two thousand thirteen

Now I sit upon a stage and strum along,

That mashup of sweet home and all summer long,

It takes me right back to the moment that I logged into napster and stole those songs, was that so wrong?

Once upon a tailgate there sat tall cold natty ice

We’d drink them by the train tracks every single Friday night

We’d ponder life for hours til’ the bonfire lost its glow

And honky Tonks and bars were hallowed ground we used to roam

And Hank, hank was the soundtrack to our yesterdays,

Our dirt road escapades

I miss those days

Yes I still have the mix CD we’d rage to back in two thousand thirteen