Tune Robbers
Lyricist: Brantley Keith Gilbert Composer: Brantley Keith Gilbert
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 rockin’ them holey jeans
Baby what you got goin’ 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
Oh baby you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin’ ‘round watchin’ 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 chillin' to some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kinda party
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 sippin' 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
Oh baby you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin’ ‘round watchin’ 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 chillin' to some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kinda party
Oh baby you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin’ ‘round watchin’ 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 chillin' to some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Lets get this thing started
It’s my kinda party
Ya'll ready for this?
Ya'll gonna turn it on up