Florida Georgia Line artist Tyler Hubbard and his infant daughter, Olivia, recently bonded over music while seated at the family’s piano. Thank goodness Hayley was nearby to capture this sweet father-daughter moment and share it with fans via Instagram.
“The way she already looks up to him melts my ❤️! Liv’s practicing Tailgate so she can play with you @raelynnofficial #Tailgate,” Hayley captioned the heart-melting video clip.
With nothing but a diaper on, Liv attempts to join her daddy while he plays the piano beside her. Mid-song, the youngster looks up at her father and stares while he sings. Grab your tissues before watching this cute video!
As for the pair’s song selection, Hubbard co-produced and co-wrote RaeLynn‘s “Tailgate” alongside Corey Crowder and Canaan Smith. The songbird’s new single was released on July 20th. Check out the song’s official lyric video below!
“Tailgate” Lyrics
We were a couple kids in a pick up fooling around
We learned how to keep it so nobody found out
Mama don’t need to know everything
Some things you keep to yourself
Like dumb things you do when you’re seventeen on the DL
But if that tailgate ever tells, I’d be the small talk of the town
I’m sure I’d catch all kinds of hell for every time we laid it down
In the back of that race red F-150
We get to kissin’, we get to slippin’ off clothes, and nobody knows And only will, if that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
If that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
If that tailgate ever tells
You, me, we had bare feet hanging off the edge
Two drinks, then we lay it on back in the bed
Mama don’t need to know everything
Some things you keep to yourself
We knew that’s all that we’d ever be, on the DL
But if that tailgate ever tells, I’d be the small talk of the town
I’m sure I’d catch all kinds of hell for every time we laid it down
In the back of that race red F-150
We get to kissin’, we get to slippin’ off clothes, and nobody knows And only will, if that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
If that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
If that tailgate ever tells
What happens on a dirt road stays on a dirt road out here
What we’re doing in the dark when we’re underneath the stars
Is our own business
But if that tailgate ever tells, I’d be the small talk of the town
I’m sure I’d catch all kinds of hell for every time we laid it down
In the back of that race red F-150
We get to kissin’, we get to slippin’ off clothes, and nobody knows And only will, if that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
If that tailgate ever tells
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
Tailgate don’t tell, no
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
Don’t tell on me
Tailgate don’t tell on me, don’t tell on me
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