My Kinda Saturday Night Songtext
von Luke Combs

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 kinda 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 thе chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox
Bеndin′ them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin′ on
Whatever's in the cooler light
Sure sounds like my kinda 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 kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night