Hoods and Tailgates - Dallas Smith

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

handed 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 than 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