Cold cans in the blue boxes Earl Dibbles on the boombox and A-frame on a Chevy rockin’ Side to side Mud grip on a dirt road Couple buddies saying let’s go Gonna burn that barn right down To the ground tonight
Raise ’em up to the sky If you’re tryna throw down Get a little country faded Take it way on out Park your truck in the line If you’re looking for a buzz And the girls in love with the boys In the blue collars, holler
Holler
Doubled up rockin’ two flags Yee Yee, ol’ glory strapped To the top of the head rack Blowing in the night Tin can full of kerosene Pour it out on a pile of trees Step back, strike a match And watch that Friday ignite
Raise ’em up to the sky If you’re tryna throw down Get a little country faded Take it way on out Park your truck in the line If you’re looking for a buzz And the girls in love with the boys In the blue collars, holler
Holler Holler Holler
I’m ’bout to get the fuse lit Crack a can, take a long sip Red man get the pouch ripped Got a whole thing, a pack in both lips Jumping up on a tailgate Poppin’ off like a twelve gauge I don’t care what a city boy say We where the party is And that’s damn right (yee yee)
Raise ’em up to the sky If you’re tryna throw down Get a little country faded Take it way on out Park your truck in the line If you’re looking for a buzz And the girls in love with the boys In the blue collars, holler