yea i catch my buzz in the black of the night where nobody ever goes and the warm win blows and if i lose my cool in the open then it shows that im down and i aint alright i search my soul where there is no moon the trees all cross and they're covered in moss if the crickets wanna know then i'll tell em what i lost oh i got th tailgate blues i aint sure where it all began somewhere round here i know this bridge was a little more crowded then i was playin her a tailgate show now im just sittin here alone damn that AM radio for playin more than a song my heart wont beat if the strings are broke the melodys hittin me wrong right here where she belongs the crickets heard my story and i listened to em sing as i closed the tailgate up aint no tellin what tommorrow might bring maybe me and a dixie cup but that wont be enough