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 youre tryin to fill your cup
All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up,
Im singin
Aint no gate code, just hop that fence
Aint 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
Aint tryin to brag, but we got it all figured out
Thats 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
Ill break out my guitar under the stars
And sing you some Oh My Maria
Yeah, we got a handle of Titos just me and all my amigos
Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road
On the way to the spot only we know
Aint no gate code, just hop that fence
Aint 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
Aint tryin to brag, but we got it all figured out
Thats how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
And the drums go
Break it down, hey
Aint no gate code, just hop that fence
Aint no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon get you feelin alright (alright BABY)
Got that country gold comin out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Aint tryin to brag, but we got it all figured out
Thats 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
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Aint tryin to brag, but we got it all figured out
Thats how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
Ah, that country gold, ah
Country gold