Yeah, I worked all week,
Cleaned up, clean cut and clean shaved
Get the cover off the sixty eight
Fire it up let them horses sing,
A little pretty thing,
a little tan-legged Georgia dream,
She's a rockin' them holey jeans.
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday,
You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party,
outta town bout half a mile.
Four wheel drives and big mud tires,
Muscadine wine, oh baby
Oh baby you can find me in the back of a Ford truck tailgate,
Sittin' round watchin' all these pretty things
Gettin' down in that Georgia clay,
And I'll find peace in the bottom of a real tall cold drink,
Chillin' to Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started it's my kind of party.
Girl if your gonna drink,
Go baby just do your thing,
Give up your keys
Well hell why drive when you can stay with me.
And after while we'll sneak away from the bon-fire,
Walk by the moon-light and down to the river side,
Got you sippin' on the moonshine.
Baby if your in the mood,
We can settle for a one night rodeo,
If you can be my tan-legged Juliet,
I'll be your redneck romeo
Where y'all goin'?
We still got a keg breathin'.
Written By GILBERT, BRANTLEY KEITH
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.