Parking Lot Serenade

I'm pullin' up slow, gravel crunchin' under my wheels. Red sunset burnin',

this old Chevy's got the feels. Jones Stadium's flowin', but my wallet's sayin',

"No." So I'll park right here, let the music take

control. Tailgate's down, radio's up, I can hear the crowd roar.

Georgia singin' 'bout Amarillo, while dancin' by my door. Cooler's full of

Lone Star, got my boots on the dash. Friends all around me,

laughin' as the headlights flash. We're singin' from the parkin' lot, our hearts on

the line. Can't see the stage, but the stars, they sure shine.