Lyrics

Well, it’s Friday night, the sun’s settin’ low,
Got the radio cranked, and the cold ones in tow.
We’re parked by the fire, under that big ol’ moon,
Just a bunch of good ole boys with nothin’ to lose.

With them tailgates down, we’re feelin’ all right,
Watchin’ the world go by in the warm summer light.
Them girls in Daisy Dukes got us all in a trance,
We’re just sittin’ here grinnin’, waitin’ for a chance.
Oh, them sweet southern belles in the summer heat,
With their hair in the wind and their bare brown feet.
We’re leanin’ back, just takin’ it slow,
Livin’ for the moment, watchin’ ‘em go.
Tailgate dreams, and the stars up above,
We ain’t in no hurry, just fallin’ in love.
With the girls in Daisy Dukes and that ol’ truck sound,
Just a bunch of good ole boys, hangin’ around.
The jukebox is hummin’ that classic old tune,
We’re singin’ along, boys, ‘neath the silver moon.
That sweet country air, and the night’s feelin’ right,
Ain’t no better place than right here tonight.

They’re walkin’ our way, turnin’ heads all around,
Flippin’ their hair as they step on the ground.
We tip our hats and give ‘em a smile,
’Cause it’s them Daisy Dukes that make it all worthwhile.
Oh, them sweet southern belles in the summer heat,
With their hair in the wind and their bare brown feet.
We’re leanin’ back, just takin’ it slow,
Livin’ for the moment, watchin’ ‘em go.
Tailgate dreams, and the stars up above,
We ain’t in no hurry, just fallin’ in love.
With the girls in Daisy Dukes and that ol’ truck sound,
Just a bunch of good ole boys, hangin’ around.
Yeah, life’s short, but tonight’s all we need,
A little bit of sunshine, a little sweet breeze.
We’re here with the boys, and the night’s ours to keep,
Livin’ for the moment, ’neath the stars so deep.
Oh, them sweet southern belles in the summer heat,
With their hair in the wind and their bare brown feet.
We’re leanin’ back, just takin’ it slow,
Livin’ for the moment, watchin’ ‘em go.
Tailgate dreams, and the stars up above,
We ain’t in no hurry, just fallin’ in love.
With the girls in Daisy Dukes and that ol’ truck sound,
Just a bunch of good ole boys, hangin’ around.
Yeah, we’re just a bunch of good ole boys,
Livin’ for them tailgate dreams.