We rollin’? (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Alright One, two, three, here we go
So you like all the songs on your country radio But if you wanna sing along, there’s some things you should know It may not be for all, but if you wanna call it the dream There’s a different side of this life in the songs that we sing
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night Your head’s gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere If she wears the jeans that you like, well, they can’t help but stare And I ain’t one to judge, I ain’t sayin’ what’s right or what’s wrong That’s the price that you pay for livin’ a country song
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night Your head’s gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere She wears the jeans that you like, well, them guys gonna stare I ain’t one to judge, I ain’t sayin’ what’s right or what’s wrong That’s the price that you pay for livin’ a country song But I ain’t one to judge, I ain’t sayin’ what’s right or what’s wrong That’s the price that you pay for livin’ a country song, yeah
Okay, price boys (Woo) Can we get a bubble? Man, it’s been a long week Goin’ down in fame Alright