On the front porch talking good times
That laugh that makes your stomach hurt
Short days long nights reminds you why you put in work
Two beans in the same pot
Two hearts in a gridlock
Separate passes that meet in the middle of the middle
She finish my sentences
I finish her whiskey, no ducking and dodging girl
I know you my Mrs
Baby just stay till tomorrow
Lay till the sun comes up
Tailgating in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Tailgating in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Make the best part of nothing the greatest part of something yeah
Seven days Broadway Nashville girl you're the only ten I see
Girl you remind me of my mama willing to give even if you'll suffer
I don't really understand it, you make magic out of damaged
Yeah you finish my sentences
I finish your whiskey, no ducking and dodging girl
You know you my Mrs
Tailgating on the back of the truck
Baby just stay till tomorrow
Lay till the sun comes up
Tailgating in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Tailgating in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
