Tailgate Sunday Cookout

Lyrics

Trunk popped open, grill smoking by the lot
Cousins bring the cooler, uncle brings the pot
Folding chairs lined up in the parking lot sun
Burgers hit the flame, the party's just begun
Speaker on the bumper, bass is rattling the glass
Kids playing catch on the patch of grass
Foil trays stacking, sauce on my sleeve
Nobody's leaving, nobody wants to leave

Tailgate, tailgate, Sunday cookout
Tailgate, tailgate, everybody's in
Hands up, plates up, let the good times roll
Tailgate, tailgate, feed the soul

Flag on the antenna blowing in the breeze
Dominoes slapping, laughing with ease
Auntie in the lawn chair running the show
Telling me my plate ain't full, so I go
Back for the ribs and the mac and the greens
Best seat in the house is the back of the jeans
Pickup truck parade, horns tapping out the beat
Sunday sunshine on a city street

Tailgate, tailgate, Sunday cookout
Tailgate, tailgate, everybody's in
Hands up, plates up, let the good times roll
Tailgate, tailgate, feed the soul

Pass the plate, pass the love
Pass the napkins, pass the hugs
Everybody eats, everybody's family
Right here in the lot is where we want to be

Sun going down, the embers glow low
Somebody starts a chant and the whole crowd knows
Dance on the asphalt, shoes in the dust
In this parking lot, it's a family I trust
Pack up the cooler, fold up the chairs
Leftovers wrapped up with extra care
Same time next week, bring the sauce, bring the song
Tailgate family, we all belong

Tailgate, tailgate, Sunday cookout
Tailgate, tailgate, everybody's in
Hands up, plates up, let the good times roll
Tailgate, tailgate, feed the soul

Tailgate, tailgate
Feed the soul