or
Lee Brice

Johnny's firing up his Coleman grill
We've got twenty-four tall boys on the chill
Yeah, fourteen of 'em's mine
A little Marshall Tucker on the radio
(Can't you see)
You know we're just catching a little groove before the show
Yeah, ain't playing nothing slow

At the parking lot party
Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds
Ain't never too early
To light one up, fill up your cup
'Cause there ain't no party like the pre-party
And after the party is the after-party
At the parking lot party

Well, the opening band is doing sound-check
Man, they sound pretty good
Hell, I ain't even bought no tickets yet
Yeah, but that's alright we don't care
'Cause all the pretty girls are sitting right here
Kicking back in the lawn chairs

At the parking lot party
Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds
Ain't never too early
To light one up, fill up your cup
'Cause there ain't no party like the pre-party
And after the party is the after-party
At the parking lot party
(Yeah, pass me the chicken wings)

Whoa!
Old Tom is pulling his guitar out
Whoa!
It's about time to pass that shine around
Hey!
Show's about to start but we ain't about to leave
Hey!
It's one hell of a time and it's all for free!

At the parking lot party
Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds
Ain't never too early
To light one up, fill up your cup
'Cause there ain't no party like the pre-party
And after the party is the after-party
At the parking lot party

Oh yeah now, come on
Parking lot party
Oh, they're gonna have to tow my ass out of here
Parking lot party
Oh, man, damn, girl
(Parking lot party)
Whoa!
(Parking lot party)
Don't think I've ever seen that before, Lord
(Hey)

Written by RHETT, THOMAS / AKINS, RHETT / LAIRD, LUKE / BRICE, LEE
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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