Hoods and Tailgates

You can call us windows down and country cranked up Hot girls, cold beer and pickup trucks Swinging hips and cherry gloss lips It's pretty much what it is Well you can call us banged up Fords and beat up Chevys Bent, leaned on, a hand me down from daddy Watching this big old world spin around Popping 'em up and dropping 'em down All the beers drank on 'em All the stars counted on 'em First kisses and Friday nights And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em All the planes watched on 'em All the babies made on 'em I know it might sound cliche but that's okay The truth is a lotta life gets lived And love gets made Between hoods and tailgates You can call us moonshine, box wine, Boone's farm sipping Hand over heart and trucker hat tipping Steel guitar, five string Joe Maybe little more of that on the radio Watching this big old world spin around Popping 'em up and dropping 'em down All the beers drank on 'em All the stars counted on 'em First kisses and Friday nights And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em All the planes watched on 'em All the babies made on 'em I know it might sound cliche but that's okay The truth is a lotta life gets lived And love gets made Between hoods and tailgates Whoa, baby you and me Whoa, made a lot of memories All the beers drank on 'em All the stars counted on 'em First kisses and Friday nights And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em All the planes watched on 'em All the babies made on 'em I know it might sound cliche but that's okay The truth is a lotta life gets lived And love gets made Between hoods and tailgates