Letra de My Kinda Saturday Night - Luke Combs

Dang

I ain't ever puttin' WD-40 on this front porch chain

I can't, but I can almost hear that paycheck droppin' in the bank

I don't know what's gonna happen tonight

But there's a good chance it's gonna sound like

Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank

Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings

Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light

Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night

Hot damn

You oughta hear a tail gate droppin' on an old Dodge Ram

Or all my rowdy friends

Standin' 'round a bonfire drinkin' singin' "Pickup Man"

Howlin' like some Bluetick hounds

Man, I almost hear it now

Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank

Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings

Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light

Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night

Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the two-four, little bit of longneck clank

Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox, bendin' them guitar strings

Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler light

Sure sounds like my kind of Saturday night

Sounds like my kind of Saturday night

Sounds like my kind of Saturday night

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