Finally the week is through.
Got a party, I'm a going to.
All my friends are trailing close behind.
Caravan of pick-up trucks, slack covered in Georgia mud.
I can already tell it's going to be a long night.
Police scanner up in the truck, in case the cops get called.
Crack open that cooler, y'all the party is on.
Tailgate's going down, everybody in this town.
Been waiting all week to have a good time.
Country folks and rednecks too bringing Muscadine and Mountain Dew.
Gonna throw down and party our style.
We got Aldean, Brantley, and George Strait rocking on the radio.
Tonight the moon is shining on that old Georgia dirt road.
The girls are looking good in their Daisy Duke denim.
Dancing around, and driving the boys half wild.
Here come the blue lights flashing back through the woods.
And we're all thinking, hell this can't be good.
But old Robert jumps out and says relax y'all; I'm just here to chill.
And I brought with me fresh Moonshine straight from the still.
Tailgate's going down, everybody in this town.
Been waiting all week to have a good time.
Country folks and rednecks too bringing Muscadine and Mountain Dew.
Gonna throw down and party our style.
We got Aldean, Brantley, and George Strait rocking on the radio.
Tonight the moon is shining on that old Georgia dirt road.
Bonfire burning on that sandy treed bank.
Pa** me that old guitar, and pop a top on another drink.
Tailgate's going down, everybody in this town.
Been waiting all week to have a good time.
Country folks and rednecks too bringing Muscadine and Mountain Dew.
Gonna throw down and party our style.
We got Aldean, Brantley, and George Strait rocking on the radio.
Tonight the moon is shining on that old Georgia dirt road.