Paroles de la chanson My Kinda Saturday Night par
Dang
I ain't ever puttin' WD-40 on this front porch chain
I can't, but I can almost hear that paycheck droppin' in the bank
I don't know what's gonna happen tonight
But there's a good chance it's gonna sound like
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
I ain't ever puttin' WD-40 on this front porch chain
I can't, but I can almost hear that paycheck droppin' in the bank
I don't know what's gonna happen tonight
But there's a good chance it's gonna sound like
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Hot damn
You oughta hear a tail gate droppin' on an old Dodge Ram
Or all my rowdy friends
Standin' 'round a bonfire drinkin' singin' "Pickup Man"
Howlin' like some Bluetick hounds
Man, I almost hear it now
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
You oughta hear a tail gate droppin' on an old Dodge Ram
Or all my rowdy friends
Standin' 'round a bonfire drinkin' singin' "Pickup Man"
Howlin' like some Bluetick hounds
Man, I almost hear it now
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Sounds like my kind of Saturday night