Lyrics
My Kinda Saturday Night
"My Kinda Saturday Night" is a song by Luke Combs. 9Lyrics shows its lyrics line by line in time with the music, so you can follow along as the song plays. Use the player to hear the track or browse more songs by Luke Combs.
Lyrics
Dang, I ain't ever puttin' WD-40 on this front porch chain
I can't, but I can almost hear that paycheck droppin' in the bank
I don't know what's gonna happen tonight
But there's a good chance it's gonna sound like
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the 2-4
Little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox
Bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler lite
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Hot damn, you oughta hear a tailgate droppin' on an old Dodge Ram
Or all my rowdy friends
Standin' 'round a bonfire drinkin', singin' 'Pickup Man'
Howlin' like some Bluetick hounds
Man, I almost hear it now
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the 2-4
Little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox
Bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler lite
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Boots on the back porch, stompin' on the 2-4
Little bit of longneck clank
Tires on the chert rock, Bubba Shot the Jukebox
Bendin' them guitar strings
Cold can packin' and some old boys crackin' on whatever's in the cooler lite
Sure sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night
Sounds like my kinda Saturday night