country gold

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 out in the sticks and gettin' it started, so grab all your friends and tell everybody, the smaller the town, the biggger the party, 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, 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