Brantley Gilbert - My Kinda Party Lyrics

Yeah, I worked all week
Cleaned up, clean cut and clean shaved
Get the cover off the '68
Fire it up and let them horses sing

A little pretty thing
A little tan-legged Georgia dream
She's a-rocking them holey jeans
Baby, what you got going on Saturday?

You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine and wine

Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting 'round watching all these pretty things
We'll get down in that Georgia clay

And I'll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to some Skynyrd or some old Hank
Let's get this thing started, it's my kinda party

Girl, well, if you're gonna drink
Go on, baby, just do your thing
Give up your keys
Well, hell, why drive when you can stay with me?

And then after while
We'll sneak away from the bonfire
Walk by the moonlight and down at the riverside
I got you sipping on the moonshine

Baby, if you're in the mood
You can settle for a one night rodeo
If you can be my tan-legged Juliet
I'll be your Redneck Romeo

Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting 'round watching all these pretty things
We'll get down in that Georgia clay

And I'll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to Skynyrd or some old Hank
Let's get this thing started, it's my kinda party

Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a Ford truck tailgate
Sitting 'round watching all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay

And I'll find peace
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chilling to some Skynyrd or some old Hank
Let's get this thing started, it's my kinda party

Where y'all going?
We still got a keg breathing