Tailgate Blues Lyrics - Tailgates & Tanlines - Luke Bryan

I catch my buzz in the black of night, 

Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows. 

If I loose my cool in the open and shows, 

that I'm down and I ain't alright. 

I search my soul where there is no moon. 

The trees all cross and are covered in moss. 

If the crickets wanna know, then I'll tell 'em what I lost. 

Oh, I've got the tailgate blues. 

I ain't sure where it all began. 

Somewhere out here, I know. 

This bridge was a little more crowded, 

than I was playing a tailgate show. 

Now, I'm just sitting here alone. 

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To catch my buzz in the black of night, 

Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows. 

If I loose my cool in the open and shows, 

that I'm down and I ain't alright. 

I search my soul where there is no moon. 

The trees all cross and are covered in moss. 

If the crickets wanna know, then I'll tell 'em what I lost. 

Oh, I've got the tailgate blues. 

Damn that AM radio, for playing more than a song. 

My heart won't beat if the strings are broke. 

The melody's hittin' me wrong. 

Right here where she belongs. 

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I catch my buzz in the black of night, 

Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows. 

If I loose my cool in the open and shows, 

that I'm down and I ain't alright. 

I search my soul where there is no moon. 

The trees all cross and are covered in moss. 

If the crickets wanna know, then I'll tell 'em what I lost. 

Oh, I've got the tailgate blues. 

The crickets heard my story. 

And I listened to them sing. 

Yes, I closed the tailgate up. 

Ain't no telling what tomorrow might bring, 

maybe me and a dixie cup. 

That won't be enough. 

Yes, I catch my buzz in the black of night, 

Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows. 

If I loose my cool in the open and shows, 

that I'm down and I ain't alright. 

I search my soul where there is no moon. 

The trees all cross and are covered in moss. 

If the crickets wanna know, then I'll tell 'em what I lost. 

Oh, I've got the tailgate blues. 

I catch my buzz in the black of night, 

Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows. 

If I loose my cool in the open and shows, 

that I'm down and I ain't alright.