We gonna melt some iceWe gonna roll the dice We gonna slip and slide into paradise We gonna grind some gearsWe gonna ring some earsWe gonna drink some beers Til they disappear Turn the party up Drink the good times downLittle buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space boundSip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to elevenTonight we gonna fly with them 747s Get high highGonna kill another 6 pack just to watch it dieTurn the party up up up Turn the party up up upHey pretty girl tell me what you thinkThis country boy pour you a drinkCrank this party up and lets rideMiles of moonlight by my side Old dirt roads go straight to heaven Forget tomorrow tonight were living Crank this party up to eleven Forget tomorrow tonight weTurn the party up Drink the good times downLittle buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space boundSip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to elevenTonight we gonna fly with them 747s Get high highGonna kill another 6 pack just to watch it dieTurn the party up up up Turn the party up up up

Theres a little girl in our neighborhoodHer name is Charlotte Johnson and shes really lookin goodI had to go and see her so I called her on the phoneI walked over to her house and this was goin onHer brother was on the sofa eatin chocolate pieHer moma was in the kitchen cuttin chicken up to fryHer daddy was in the back yard rollin up a garden hoseI was on the porch with Charlotte feelin love down to my toesAnd we were swingin (swinging)Yes we were swingin (swinging)Little Charlotte shes as pretty as the angels when they singI cant believe Im out here on the front porch swingJust a swingin (swingin) Just a swingin (swingin)Now Charlotte shes a darlin shes the apple of my eyeWhen Im on the swing with her it makes me almost highNow Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the springI cant believe it started on her front porch in the swingAnd we were swingin (swinging)Yes we were swingin (swinging)Little Charlotte shes as pretty as the angels when they singI cant believe Im out here on the front porch swingJust a swingin (swingin) Just a swingin (swingin)

Give me 4 wheels made in the USAAn old dog riding shot gunI’ll take burger and fries with a cold beerAfter a hard days work in the hot sunJust a nail to hang my ball cap onA front porch to watch the world go byGive me a rooster crowing coffee in the morningAnd when it comes to the rest of my lifeGive me a cowgirlWith a strong heartA soft touch in my arms.A big love for one manThat gives all that she can.Blue jeans and a t-shirt god fearing down to earthCowgirlI’m into old rock n rollLife on a dirt roadStaying young and picking this guitarI’m rough around the edgesBut I feel at home in a church pew with a pool cue in a barI don’t need a big nest egg for a rainy dayI ain’t afraid of getting wetPretty much easy goingI ain’t hard to pleaseBut when I ride off in the sunsetGive me a cowgirlWith a strong heartA soft touch in my arms.A big love for one manThat gives all that she can.Blue jeans and a t-shirt god fearing down to earthCowgirlGive me a cowgirlWith a strong heartA soft touch in my arms.A big love for one manThat gives all that she can.Blue jeans and a t-shirt love me so much it hurtsGod fearing down to earth CowgirlGive me a cowgirl

Shotgun shack on the edge of townIts where Ill be when the sun goes downBig money bird dog barkin out backWouldnt trade him in for a CadillacCounty wanna pave my old dirt roadWent to the courthouse said hell noIts a country thang its a fish on a stringMary Jane chompin on a chicken wingIts a tire swing on a riverbankIts the way we talk its the way we singIts either in your blood or it aintIts a country thangKnown my girl since she was fourteenShes the first runner up to the Hart County Cotton QueenShe was raised on cornbread purple hull peasShe turns em heads at the feed n seedShe rides in the middle of my four-wheel driveGot a honey hole way back in the pinesIts a country thang its some cutoff jeansPaintin her toes on a porch swingSweet like sugar cane come a good rainMake a little love while the tin roof singsIts either in your blood or it aintIts a country thangIts a country thang barefoot and crazyFried green tomatoes and sawmill gravyTakin pride in workin hard for a livinPray before meals it feels good givinBack to the needy greedys not usThank God for it even if it aint muchThats how we does it down here in the mudWhat else can I say yall its in my bloodIts either in your blood or it aintThats how we does it round hereIts either in your blood or it aintCmon yallIts a country thangIts a country thangIts a country thangIts just a country thang

You damn rightIts Friday nightGrab the Busch and the Budd LightMeet me in the pasture back in the pinesWe in the spot that the cops cant findTurn up the Jones turn up the JawFire up the smokeGrab that old guitarWere just some good ole boys and girls about to get wildIts goin down field party styleRippin up them dirt roadsStirrin up them cattleShow you where to make shine at as long as yall dont tattleGot big kegs and chub beersParty around that bonfireHorseshoes and corn hoeRoped off with barbed wireBad broads with tanned legsRaised up on cornbreadDancin with them daisy dukesAll they do is turn headsRebel red bikini topsMan you know you want itThey drinkin on that hunch punchFore long they start to flaunt itSo crank up them eighteens as loud as they can getBout thirty miles from anythingThe law aint hearin shitYall get drunk and show outCut lose and go outHere its goin downDown field party styleYou damn rightIts Friday nightGrab the Busch and the Budd LightMeet me in the pasture back in the pinesWe in the spot that the cops cant findTurn up the Jones turn up the JawFire up the smokeGrab that old guitarWere just some good ole boys and girls about to get wildIts goin down field party styleLets get it crunk and do it rightWe gon crank it all nightTell your mom and old manThey can bring the whole nineWe got them tailgates down and the shots goin roundHit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn townWe got the bonfire blowinThe crowd is steady growinFive thousand plus will be here before you know itGot the grilled fired upCookin every kind of meatWe got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creekWe got Harleys over hereMud trucks over thereRed necks and hill billys bout every damn whereCome oneCome allThats how we do it in the southAll we need is a field and well turn the party outYou damn rightIts Friday nightGrab the Busch and the Budd LightMeet me in the pasture back in the pinesWe in the spot that the cops cant findTurn up the Jones turn up the JawFire up the smokeGrab that old guitarWere just some good ole boys and girls about to get wildIts goin down field party styleIts goin downField party styleIts goin downIts goin downField party styleYou damn rightIts Friday nightGrab the Busch and the Budd LightMeet me in the pasture back in the pinesWe in the spot that the cops cant findTurn up the Jones turn up the JawFire up the smokeGrab that old guitarWere just some good ole boys and girls about to get wildIts goin down field party styleIts goin down

Oh oh oh ohIt aint rained in a monthMama done took a job part time at the five and dimeLord times is hard Daddys pride is really hurtin feelin less than a manWorkin dark to dark how much more can he stand?I aint never seen him cry now Im seventeenQuarterback first train gave my high school ringTo the prettiest little girl green eyes and red hair.I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair.I aint never been so torn should I stay or leave?Get out of this small town am I lettin em down?I could even play ball somewhere in the fallLive the big city life I guess I could have it allLord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted.Man how do you decide between real life and a dream?Lovin ya Ma and Pa ya girl and ya teamTrying to figure out the next move to makeTrying to figure out the right road to take.Dying to get out but still afraid to roam.Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place Ive known?Life as I know it is just simple and plainChores school and practice everyday is the same.Im tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.Im dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.They promised me a full ride to UCLABut thats a whole nother world for small town G.A.Lord Im askin I hope you hear my prayerCause Im torn between here and what I see over thereI pray someway that you could give me a signTell me which way to go cause I sure dont knowLord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted.Lord were one win away from winning it allAnd Im a plane flight away from seeing my first ballI can finally see the ocean and stars of HollywoodSay bye to this damn farm get a tattoo on my armForget these dirt roads and the way I was raisedChase the bright lights of the California nightsSports cars and sushi is all I seeWhen I order some sweet tea they start laughin at meBoy this new life aint what I thought it would beMaybe the city life aint made for meNow Im wishing I was fishin on the lake with DadAnd starting to realize being country aint badI miss that ol farm and that red headed girlWaking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.Im packed and headed back to the place I was bornProud to be country and no longer tornLord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted I feel the stress thats hangin on meAnd all this pain in my family they all depend on me.Lord Im twisted. yeah yeahLord Im twistedI dont know I dont know I dont knowIf I should wait or should I go I just dont knowThis song is for everybody no matter whether youre from a small townThe hood the big city it dont matter everybodys got their dreams they wanna followSome people are ashamed of where theyre from they dont know where theyre supposed to beEverybody find your place in life be proud of who you areDont let nothing hold you backJust bring me homeIm twisted so twistedIm so twisted

Yeah Im chillin on a dirt roadLaid back swervin like Im George JonesSmoke rollin out the windowAn ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIts got me reminiscing on them good timesIm turnin off a real life drive and thats rightIm hittin easy street on mud tiresBack in the day Potts farm was the place to goLoad the truck up hit the dirt roadJump the barbed wire spread the wordLight the bonfire then call the girlsKing in the can and the Marlboro manJack n Jim were a few good menWhere you learned how to kiss and cuss and fight tooBetter watch out for the boys in blueAnd all this small town he said she saidAint it funny how rumors spread?Like I know somethin yall dont knowman that talk is gettin oldMan mind your business watch your mouthBefore I have to knock your loud ass outIm tired of talkin man yall aint listeninThem ol dirt roads is what yall missinYeah Im chillin on a dirt roadLaid back swervin like Im George JonesSmoke rollin out the windowAn ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIts got me reminiscing on them good timesIm turnin off a real life drive and thats rightIm hittin easy street on mud tiresI sit back and think about them good old daysThey way we were raise in our southern waysAnd we like cornbread and biscuitsAnd if its broke round here we fix itI can take yall where you need to goDown to my hood back in them woodsWe do it different round here thats rightBut we sure do it good and we do it all nightSo if you really want to know how it feelsTo get off the road with trucks and four wheelsJump on in and man tell your friendsWell raise some hell where the black top endsYeah Im chillin on a dirt roadLaid back swervin like Im George JonesSmoke rollin out the windowAn ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIts got me reminiscing on them good timesIm turnin off a real life drive and thats rightIm hittin easy street on mud tiresYeah Im chillin on a dirt roadLaid back swervin like Im George JonesSmoke rollin out the windowAn ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIts got me reminiscing on them good timesIm turnin off a real life drive and thats rightIm hittin easy street on mud tiresLets ride

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Q: Dynamite (feat. Waterloo Revival)

SHE AINT NO CHAMPAGNE GIRL|WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD|HIGH HEELS BROWN HAIR JEANS PAINTED ON|WITH THAT RED LIPS STICK SINGING LETS GET IT ON|THE SONG THE SONG COMING THROUGH THE RADIO|FEEL THE BEAT BUMP BUMP TO MARVIN GAYE BABY LETS GO||HEY! HOT LIKE A LIGHTER FLAME INSANE|FRIDAY NIGHT FEELING RIGHT|ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE|OH! HIT YOU LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN LOVE PAIN|GOOD TIME MOONSHINE PARTY LIKE CRAZY|HANDS IN THE AIR JUST WAVING WAVING|GIRL GETTING LOW DOWN BABY BABY|YEAH SHE GETS ME HIGH WITH THOSE SEDUCTIVE EYES|JUST BLOWING UP MY HEART|BOOM BOOM SHES DYNAMITE||SHE PACKS A PISTOL IN HER PURSE|THE GIRL JAMES DEAN SHELL HIT YA WHERE IT HURTS|THE REAL DEAL DONT CARE WHAT ANYBODY THINKS|SHE GETS WHAT SHE WANTS AND FINDS WHAT SHE NEEDS|THE SONG THE SONG COMING THROUGH THE RADIO|FEEL THE BEAT BUMP BUMP TO BILLIE JEAN BABY LETS GO||REPEAT CHORUS||THE SONG THE SONG COMING THROUGH THE RADIO|FEEL THE BEAT BUMP BUMP TO JAY-Z BABY LETS GO||REPEAT CHORUS

Q: No Trash in My Trailer

Yes I live in a single wide to get up here it takes a four wheel driveGot a mean old dog whose name is Sick em SamI got a motor hangin in a treeA satellite dish a trampolineA sixty-eight red Chevelle been known to raise a little hellAll night bar fightin some of yall sayin I aint livin rightEat butter beans and fried spamI aint what they say I amCause there aint no trash in my trailer.Though you might find an empty can of beerNo there aint been no trash in my trailer oh noSince the day I threw you outta hereI burn my trash in a drum. Sometimes I shoot my gunIm mud boggin camouflagin a ball game is what Im watchinI work hard mow the yard fish hunt knuckle scarChange oil plow the soil love a low country boyI wear a suit for church and stuff Daddys the one that made me toughHe told me son dont be ashamed of who you are and our family nameIm makin it proud sayin it loud doin my thing for the country crowdI tell you the truth and dont give a damnBut I aint what they say I amCause there aint no trash in my trailerThough you might find an empty can of beerNo there aint been no trash in my trailer oh noSince the day I threw you outta hereGo on and burn a little trash there for me boysNo there aint no trash in my trailerThough you might find an empty can of beerNo there aint been no trash in my trailer oh noSince the day I threw you outta hereNo theres no trailer trash livin hereIts pretty dang spotless around here now boys

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