Tailgate Queen

| Am | C | G | F | Am C Carolina sky in your brown eyes G F River bank, castin' lines in the water Am C My hand on your thigh grippin' oh, so tight G F Makes a July night even hotter Am I gotta lot of horses under C This cowl induction hood G I'm gonna take you everywhere F He wished he could Am Yeah, you're from the city, C You love my country scene G I'm gonna take you way out F You can be my tailgate queen Am Do you like it like this C When I rev it like that? G Do you hold on real tight F Or lean your seat back? Am Your toe prints on my dash C My pockets full of cash G I got twelve in the pack, yeah F Smoke blowin' out the stacks, girl | Am | C | G | F | Am You look like royalty in my f-350 G F Am I'm crazy over you and the way you kiss me C We're out where the corn grows in rows C Away from the city G Up there you're runway ready F With me you're shotgun pretty Am Yeah, you're from the city, C You love my country scene G I'm gonna take you way out F You can be my tailgate queen Am Do you like it like this C When I rev it like that? G Do you hold on real tight F Or lean your seat back? Am Your toe prints on my dash C My pockets full of cash G I got twelve in the pack, yeah F Smoke blowin' out the stacks, girl | Am | C | G | F | | Am | C | G | F | Am (Do you... like it like this? G When I... rev it like that?) C Am Do you like it like this C When I rev it like that? G Do you hold on real tight F Or lean your seat back? Am Your toe prints on my dash C My pockets full of cash G I got twelve in the pack, yeah F Smoke blowin' out the stacks, girl | Am | C | G | |F Smoke blowin' out the stacks, girl | Am | C | G |F Smoke blowin' out the stacks, girl