Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night? Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights? Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble? Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W? You got my number, hit me up if you're tryin' to fill your cup All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I'm singin'
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah And we gon' get you feelin' alright
Got that country gold comin' out of your radio A little more funk at the end of your gravel road Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out That's how we do it in the dirty south Break it down like, like, like
The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up) We out in the sticks and gettin' it started So grab all your friends and tell everybody The smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some) I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequila I'll break out my guitar under the stars And sing you some Oh My Maria Yeah, we got a handle of Tito's just me and all my amigos Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road On the way to the spot only we know
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah And we gon' get you feelin' alright Got that country gold comin' out of your radio A little more funk at the end of your gravel road Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out That's how we do it in the dirty south Break it down like, like, like And the drums go Break it down, hey
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah And we gon' get you feelin' alright
Got that country gold comin' out of your radio A little more funk at the end of your gravel road Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out That's how we do it in the dirty south Break it down like, like, like (One more time, like) Got that country gold comin' out of your radio A little more funk at the end of your gravel road Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out That's how we do it in the dirty south Break it down like, like, likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
