Parking Lot
Don't care if it's gravel or a fresh paved black top
Out in front of a Texaco or a Hollywood backdrop
There's one on every corner 'bout everywhere you look
Bet if they could talk, man, that they could write a book
'Bout a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Hell, don't know about yours, let me tell you 'bout mine
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light, in 2009
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car
Like that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot, hey
(Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey) there's something 'bout a parking lot
(Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey)
It's 17, summer with college in the fall
Take one last drive by and think about it all
You hope where you're goin' will have one just like
The place that you go in the back of your mind
To that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Don't matter where you've been, or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Out in front of a Texaco or a Hollywood backdrop
There's one on every corner 'bout everywhere you look
Bet if they could talk, man, that they could write a book
'Bout a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Hell, don't know about yours, let me tell you 'bout mine
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light, in 2009
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car
Like that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot, hey
(Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey) there's something 'bout a parking lot
(Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey)
It's 17, summer with college in the fall
Take one last drive by and think about it all
You hope where you're goin' will have one just like
The place that you go in the back of your mind
To that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smokin' weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime, fifth tipped to the sky, Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been, where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Don't matter where you've been, or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
Credits
Writer(s): John Russell Pierce, Lindsay Jack B. Rimes, Lily Rose Williamson
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