Текст песни Tailgates Of Heaven - Brantley Gilbert

I stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up, and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place
It won't take long
A simple man's on
Somebody says your name
And I can't help but wonder
If you're up there, doin' the same

Sippin' on a cold gold can
Reminiscin' with some long-lost friends
Blowin' smoke 'n' jokin', laughin' 'bout the hell we raised down here
Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's comin' back again?
Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11?
On the tailgates of heaven

Well, almost everything in this old fire has burned before
Some midnight memories, black beer cans
And that bourbon bottle's yours
It's the same old boys, same old story, stretchin' out the truth
We all know somethin's missin', and brother, we all know it's you

Sippin' on a cold gold can
Reminiscin' with some long-lost friends
Blowin' smoke 'n' jokin' laughin' 'bout the hell we raised down here
Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's comin' back again?
Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11?
On the tailgates of heaven
On the tailgates of heaven

Remember when we thought that nights like this would last forever?
Well, I still believe they do
They just go down somewhere better

Sippin' on a cold gold can
Reminiscin' with some long-lost friends
Blowin' smoke 'n' jokin' laughin' 'bout the hell we raised down here
Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's comin' back again?
Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11?

Yeah, tell Saint Pete
To save me a seat
On the tailgates of heaven
On the tailgates of heaven

Stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place