Verse1
yeah all we want is a good bass beat
something we can stop our feet...to
singing it loud and gettin rowdy while the girls dance dirty
hell yeah it’s Friday night
slam that gas ain’t no red lights
jammin old style like a wild child since oh dark thirty
Chorus A
it’s smith & wesson and old john deeres
store-bought whiskey and home-brewed beer
girls with daddies with lots of money
poor boys in boots and trucks that are muddy
it’s shootin’ carp in an old john boat
singin songs we wish we’d wrote
it’s playing peek-a-boo with boys in blue each week
Bro, you’re talkin bout my country
Verse 2
yeah we were the ones that the coach said son you must be crazy
some call us trash but we pay in cash and we sure ain’t lazy
i learned to drive when i was five on a four speed chevy
work all day long I’m country strong, ain’t no load too heavy
Chorus B
it’s pickin corn and branding steers
playin cards and drinkin beer
Stackin cans and knockin em down
a little Eric Church and a whole lotta Crown
It’s dirty jeans and flannel shirts
get a little wild nobody gets hurt
it’s gettin stuck in the truck and hopin you get lucky
Bro, you’re talkin bout my country
Bridge
Girl you know I wanna take you home
KC lights on country roads
you got me slidin down ridge to the ditch don’t scratch my chrome
Chorus B
it’s pickin corn and branding steers
playin cards and drinkin beer
Stackin cans and knockin em down
a little Aaron Watson and a whole lotta Crown
It’s dirty jeans and flannel shirts
get a little wild nobody gets hurt
it’s gettin stuck in the truck and hopin you get lucky
Bro, you’re talkin bout my country
Guitar Solo
Chorus A
it’s smith & wesson and old john deeres
store-bought whiskey and home-brewed beer
girls with daddies with lots of money
poor boys in boots and trucks that are muddy
it’s shooting carp in an old john boat
singin songs we wish we’d wrote
it’s playing peek-a-boo with boys in blue each week
Bro, you’re talkin bout my country
Don’t mess with my country
