Lyrics

[Intro] I think it's time we kick this bitch into overdrive I need everybody in St. Louis, up on your feet right now lets go, baby [Verse 1] I worked all week Cleaned up clean cut and clean shaved I got the cover off the '68 I 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 wine [Chorus] Oh baby you can find me In the back of a jacked up tailgate Sitting round watching all these pretty things Get down in that Georgia clay And I'll find peace At the bottom of a real tall cold drink I'm chilling to some Skynyrd and some old Hank Let's get this thing started It's my kinda party [Verse 2] If you wanna drink Go baby just do your thing Give up your keys 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 to the riverside Gotcha sipping on some moonshine Baby if you're in the mood you can settle for a one night rodeo You can be my tan-legged Juliet I'll be your Redneck Romeo [Chorus] You can find me In the back of a jacked up tailgate Sitting round watching all these pretty things Get down in that Georgia clay And I'll find peace At the bottom of a real tall cold drink Chilling to some Skynyrd and some George Strait Let's get this thing started It's my kinda party [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Alright, St. Louis, are you guys ready for this? I don't think you heard what I said I said, St. Louis, Missouri are you guys ready for this shit?