"My Kinda Party" Lyrics (My Kinda Party album)
Written By Brantley Gilbert
[Instrumental intro.]
[Verse 1:]
Worked all week, cleaned up,
Clean cut an' clean shaved.
I got the cover off the ’68.
I fired it up an' let them horses sing.
A little pretty thing.
A little tan-legged Georgia dream.
A-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.
Outta town about half a mile.
Four-wheel drives an' big mud tires.
Muscadine{1} wine.
[Chorus:]
Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked-up tailgate.
Sittin’ ‘roun' watchin’ all these pretty things
A-git down in that Georgia clay.
An' I’ll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' to some Skynyrd{2} an' some old Hank{3}.
Let's get this thing started.
It’s my kinda party.
[Verse 2:]
If you wanna drink
Go, baby, just do your thing.
A-give up your keys,
Hell, why drive when you can stay with me?
Then after while,
We’ll sneak away from the bonfire.
Walk by the moonlight
An' down t' the riverside.
Gotcha sippin’ on the moonshine.{4}
Baby, if you’re in the mood,
An' you can settle for a one-night a-rodeo.{5}
You can be my tan-legged Juliet,
I’ll be your Redneck Romeo.
[Chorus:]
Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked-up tailgate.
Sittin’ ‘roun' watchin’ all these pretty things
A-git down in that Georgia clay.
An' I’ll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' to some Skynyrd an' some old Hank.
Let's get this thing started.
It’s my kinda party.
[Short instrumental break.]
[Chorus:]
Oh, baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked-up tailgate.
Sittin’ ‘roun' watchin’ all these pretty things
Git down in that Georgia clay.
An' I’ll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' to some Skynyrd an' some old Hank.
Let's get this thing started.
It’s my kinda party.
Ha-ha.
Y'all ready for this?
Y'all go on an' turn it on up.
[Instrumental to end.]