My Kinda Party

Yeah, I worked all week. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaven. Get the cover off the '68. Fire it up and let them horses sing. A little pretty thing, a little ten leg Georgia Dream. She's a-rockin' them holey jeans. And 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 and big mud tires, musky, Dive, and wine. Oh baby, you can find me in the back Of a Ford truck tailgate, sittin' around watchin' All these pretty things. We get down in that Georgia clay. And I'll find peace at the bottom of a Real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or Some old Hank. Let's get this thing started, it's my kind of Party. Now girl, if you gonna drink, go on baby, Just do your thing. But give up your keys. Well, hell, I drive and you can stay with Me. And then after a while, we'll sneak away From the bonfire, walk by the moonlight and down To the riverside. I got you sippin' on the moonshine. And baby, if you're in the mood, you can Settle for a one night rodeo. If you can be my ten leg Juliet, I'll be your redneck Romeo. Oh baby, you can find me in the back Of a Ford truck tailgate, sittin' around watchin' All these pretty things. We get down in that Georgia clay. And I'll find peace at the bottom of a Real tall cold drink, chillin' to Skynyrd or some Old Hank. Let's get this thing started, it's my kind of Party. Oh baby, you can find me on the back Of a Ford truck tailgate, sittin' around 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, chillin' to some Skynyrd or Some old Hank. Let's get this thing started, it's my kind of Party. Where y'all going? We still got a keg breathin'.