Hoods and Tailgates

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You can call us windows down and country cranked up

Hot girls, cold beer and pickup trucks

Swingin' hips and cherry gloss lips

That's pretty much what it is

Well, you can call us bang-up Fords and beat-up Chevys

Fender leaned on and hand-me-down from daddy

Watchin' this big ol' world spin around

Poppin' 'em up and droppin' them down

All the beers drank on 'em

All the stars counted on 'em

First kisses and Friday nights

And Daisy Duke tan legs swingin' off of 'em

All the planes watched on 'em

All the babies made on 'em

I know it might sound cliché but that's okay

The truth is a lot of life gets lived

And love gets made

Between hoods and tailgates

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You can call us moonshine, box wine, Boone's farm sippin'

Hand over heart and trucker hat tippin'

Steel guitar and five-string Joe

Maybe little more of that on the radio

Watchin' this big ol' world spin around

Poppin' 'em up and droppin' them down

All the beers drank on 'em

All the stars counted on 'em

First kisses and Friday nights

And Daisy Duke tan legs swingin' off of 'em

All the planes watched on 'em

All the babies made on 'em

I know it might sound cliché but that's okay

The truth is a lot of life gets lived

And love gets made

Between hoods and tailgates

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Whoa-oh-ooh-oh, baby you and me

(You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me)

Whoa-oh-ooh-oh, made a lot of memories

(Memories, memories, memories)

All the beers drank on 'em

All the stars counted on 'em

First kisses and Friday nights

And Daisy Duke tan legs swingin' off of 'em

All the planes watched on 'em

All the babies made on 'em

I know it might sound cliché but that's okay

The truth is a lot of life gets lived

And love gets made

Between hoods and tailgates

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

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