"Parking Lot" lyrics
Don't care if it's gravel
Or a fresh paved black top
Out in front of a Texaco
Or a Hollywood backdrop
There's one on every corner
'Bout everywhere you look
Bet if they could talk man that they could write a book
About a first beer that first kiss that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Hell don't know about yours
Let me tell you 'bout mine
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light
In two-thousand-nine
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car
Like that first beer that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
(Hey hey oh hey hey)
There's something 'bout a parking lot
(Oh hey oh hey oh hey)
It's seventeen summer with college in the fall
Take one last drive by and think about it all
You hope where you're going will have one just like
The place that you go in the back of your mind
To that first beer that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Or a fresh paved black top
Out in front of a Texaco
Or a Hollywood backdrop
There's one on every corner
'Bout everywhere you look
Bet if they could talk man that they could write a book
About a first beer that first kiss that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Hell don't know about yours
Let me tell you 'bout mine
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light
In two-thousand-nine
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car
Like that first beer that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
(Hey hey oh hey hey)
There's something 'bout a parking lot
(Oh hey oh hey oh hey)
It's seventeen summer with college in the fall
Take one last drive by and think about it all
You hope where you're going will have one just like
The place that you go in the back of your mind
To that first beer that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Don't matter where you been or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Writer(s): John Russell Pierce, Lindsay Jack B. Rimes, Lily Rose Williamson
