Tailgate To Heaven - Shawn Austin, Chris Lane

Streets of this town ain’t paved in gold but there’s a Texaco star

Lights up the start of a gravel road that heads into the dark

It’ll take the wheels of your truck and your girl up above the clouds

Cut the engine off, turn the radio on, drop the tailgate down

Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes

High on a hill that kisses the sky

Leaning on in to tell her

Midnight heart confessions

Feet hanging off over holy ground

Praying those stars don’t ever burn out

On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11

Sitting on the tailgate to heaven

When you’re way up there with her it’s pretty close to paradise

And when her song comes on those wings start to come untied

And you thank God for that half-ton 4×4

'Cause it got you up here with a girl and some beer

Now you’re knocking on heaven’s door

Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes

High on a hill that kisses the sky

Leaning on in to tell her

Midnight heart confessions

Feet hanging off over holy ground

Praying those stars don’t ever burn out

On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11

Sitting on the tailgate to heaven

Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes

High on a hill that kisses the sky

Leaning on in to tell her

Midnight heart confessions

Feet hanging off over holy ground

Praying those stars don’t ever burn out

On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11

Sitting on the tailgate to heaven