[Intro]
Tailgate throne
Dust on chrome
Indiana air so thick
You can taste that home
[Verse 1]
Derby done
mud on my shirt
Got a fresh case sweating
in the cooler of the truck bed
John got the speaker
rattling that twang-rap
Bonfire smoke
curling up in my ball cap
Koozie on a cold one
leaned on the hood
County line crew
up to nothing good
Short shorts
boots kicked loose
Whole gravel lot
turning into a zoo
[Chorus]
Parking lot till morning light
We ain't ready to say goodnight
Busch in the back, whole crew outside
Laughing while the sparks fly high
Parking lot till morning light
One more song, we’ll be alright
Hearts on fire, yeah the time feels right
Indiana summer, never say goodbye
[Verse 2]
She hopped down
cut-off queen in a cornfield tan
Every dude in a seven-mile radius
trying to hold her hand
Ty started talking slick
Jake puffed up quick
Voices got loud
bottles clinked, tension thick
I slid between ’em like
“Chill, y’all trippin’”
Passed that can ’round
said, “Hit it, keep sippin’”
She just laughed, said
“Y’all boys dumb”
Climbed in the cab
and turned the bass up some
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Backroad ride, windows down
Ashes out, country town
Clouds roll slow
under moonlit beams
Smoke circles
through the fields of beans
Booze cruise looping
same four roads
Headlights painting
every fence post gold
We’ll crash somewhere
when the sky turns white
But we’re kings right now
of this Friday night
[Chorus]