Tailgate Summer: Country Pop

You parked the truck where the cattails bend

Cooler sweating by the tailgate end

Your bare feet swinging, toes in the sand

A paper plate balanced in your hand

The last gold line slipped off the water

You stole my hoodie when the night got warmer

And somebody passed that old guitar around

You smiled at me when the sun went down

By the lake, by the lake, let the whole world wait

We’ve got a little more summer and a full moon late

Sing it loud, sing it wrong, let the good times stay

With your hand in mine and the tailgate down

We could sit right here till the morning comes around

By the lake, by the lake

Your red bandana tied up in your hair

A jar of fireflies glowing over there

You told that story we both know by heart

And laughed so hard you forgot the best part

The dock boards creaked as we wandered out

You leaned on my shoulder, no need to talk

And somebody passed that old guitar around

You smiled at me when the sun went down

By the lake, by the lake, let the whole world wait

We’ve got a little more summer and a full moon late

Sing it loud, sing it wrong, let the good times stay

With your hand in mine and the tailgate down

We could sit right here till the morning comes around

By the lake, by the lake

When the warm nights turn to September air

I’ll still see your red bandana there

One more laugh, one more song, one more slow goodbye

Then we’ll make this little summer last all night

By the lake, by the lake, let the whole world wait

We’ve got a little more summer and a full moon late

Sing it loud, sing it wrong, let the good times stay

With your hand in mine and the tailgate down

We could sit right here till the morning comes around

By the lake, by the lake

Yeah, by the lake, by the lake