Brantley Gilbert - Tailgates Of Heaven

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 doing the same

Sipping on a cold gold can
Reminiscing with some long lost friends
Blowing smoke and joking
Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here

Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's coming 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 stretching out the truth
We all know something's missing and, brother, we all know it's you

Sipping on a cold gold can
Reminiscing with some long-lost friends
Blowing smoke and joking
Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here

Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's coming 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

Sipping on a cold gold can
Reminiscing with some long-lost friends
Blowing smoke and joking
Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here

Do you ever get to kick it with the man?
Did he tell you when he's coming 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

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

Written by:
Brantley Keith Gilbert, Derek George, Josh Michael Phillips

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