I stopped by old man Dolby's store For cold ones on the way We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down Out back, by our old place It won't take long A simple man's on Somebody says your name And I can't help but wonder If you're up there doing the same Sipping on a cold gold can Reminiscing with some long-lost friends Blowing smoke and joking Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here Do you ever get to kick it with the man? Did he tell you when he's coming back again? Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11 On the tailgates of heaven? Well, almost everything in this old fire has burned before Some midnight memories, black beer cans and that bourbon bottle's yours It's the same old boys, same old story stretching out the truth We all know something's missing and, brother, we all know it's you Sipping on a cold gold can Reminiscing with some long-lost friends Blowing smoke and joking Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here Do you ever get to kick it with the man? Did he tell you when he's coming back again? Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11 On the tailgates of heaven? On the tailgates of heaven? Remember when we thought that nights like this would last forever? Well, I still believe they do They just go down somewhere better Sipping on a cold gold can Reminiscing with some long-lost friends Blowing smoke and joking Laughing 'bout the hell we raised down here Do you ever get to kick it with the man? Did he tell you when he's coming back again? Does he sing along to Skynyrd on 11? Yeah, tell Saint Pete To save me a seat On the tailgates of heaven On the tailgates of heaven I stopped by old man Dolby's store For cold ones on the way We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down Out back, by our old place