Yeah, I worked all week,
Cleaned up, clean cut and clean shaved.
Get the cover off the '68,
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,
Oh you can find me in 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. oh baby
Where ya'll goin?
We still got a keg breathin.