yea i catch my buzz in the black of the night
where nobody ever goes and the warm win blows
and if i lose my cool in the open then it shows
that im down and i aint alright
i search my soul where there is no moon
the trees all cross and they're covered in moss
if the crickets wanna know then i'll tell em what i lost
oh i got th tailgate blues
i aint sure where it all began
somewhere round here i know
this bridge was a little more crowded then
i was playin her a tailgate show
now im just sittin here alone
for playin more than a song
my heart wont beat if the strings are broke
the melodys hittin me wrong
right here where she belongs
the crickets heard my story and i listened to em sing
as i closed the tailgate up
aint no tellin what tommorrow might bring maybe me
and a dixie cup but that wont be enough