Dierks Bentley - Tip It On Back Lyrics

Tip It On Back Lyrics by Dierks BentleyI see main street closingMiles of “For Sale” signsAnd them fields ain’t growingFast enough to get us byI feel the sweet red leaves,Of a Friday nightFor a couple of hours we could run this townTill it runs dryTip it on back, make it feel goodSip a little more then you think you shouldLet the smoke roll, over your lipsLet it all go whatever it isAnd tip it on