Commander-Jackson117

Oh son Around these parts ain't much to do Except work like a dog 'til Friday Punch that clock, cash that check Raise a little hell 'til Sunday 'Bout that time There's a party back in the woods tonight Heard it through the redneck grapevine Got a keg of beer and a bunch of girls, Sure enough gonna be a good time It's a small town throwdown It's time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down And man, it's on tonight, ridin' 'til the morning light Crank that country up loud, it's a small town throwdown Oh, we 'bout to throwdown, son Now we got a field full of daisy dukes Round here we know how to grow 'em Rockin' little body and l

It ain’t in a high rise looking for a good time shutting down the city lights It ain’t in the water floating like a bobber soaking up that hot sunshine As good as it gets, no that ain’t where it is [Chorus:] It’s at 2 am when she’s reaching’ over Faded T-shirt hanging off her shoulder Dressed up, hair down, in a ball cap Yep Yep, as long as I get that Sweet little something late night kiss On a plane or a train or way back in the sticks I swear, if she’s there, that’s where yep yep, that’s where it’s at. It ain’t in a suped-up shiny red new truck, if she ain’t

"I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up She had to be thinkin' "This is where Rednecks come from" She had Hollywood written on her license plate She was lost and lookin' for the interstate Needin' directions and I was the man for the job" [Chorus] "I told her way up yonder past the caution light There's a little country store with an old Coke sign You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea Then a left will take you to the interstate But a right will bring you right back here to me" "I was sittin' there thinkin' 'bout her pretty face Kickin' myself for