I slipped you a little red man
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say yes ma'am
Gas up my four wheel drive
I keep Alan Jackson playing on the radio
Where did all the good old boys go
Somebody's gotta party til the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta country in this town
Verse: 2
Yeah I take up two spots
Cause my truck don't fit
And I represent the math God
Every chance I get
No my dirt road heart won't ever be paved
Who still likes to party til the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Bridge
Keep a zebco in the toolbox
Keep it retro on the jukebox
Solo
Yeah somebody's gotta back up traffic on an old John Deere
Drink a center console ice cold beer
And keep that old school hanging around
Somebody's gotta be country
Somebody's gotta party til the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta country
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be
I reckon' that's me