My Kinda Saturday Night
Luke Combs
Dang
I ain't never 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 lonely clank
Tires on the chair, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Came packin' and some old boys crackin' on the rivers and the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night
Hot damn
You oughta hear a tail gate drivin' on that old Dodge Ram
Or I'ma ride to friends
Standin' 'round a bonfire drinkin' singin' Pick Up Man
Howlin' like some blue hounds
Man, I almost hear it now
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of lonely clank
Tires on the chair, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Came 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 lonely clank
Tires on the chair, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings
Came 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