country gold

Singer:rhett, thomas

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 you're tryin' to fill your cup

all you ladies in luccheses with that denim all riped up

i'm singin'

ain't no gate code

just hop that fence

ain't 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

ain't tryin' to brag

but we got it all figured out

that's how we do it in the dirty south

break it down like

like

like

the smaller the town

the bigger the party

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

i will not take a pill in ibiza

but i will do a shot of tequila

i'll break out my guitar under the stars

and sing you some oh my maria

yeah

we got a handle of tito's just me and all my amigos

gonna hit a little bump

bump

bumpy road

on the way to the spot only we know

ain't no gate code

just hop that fence

ain't 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

ain't tryin' to brag

but we got it all figured out

that's how we do it in the dirty south

break it down like

like

like

and the drums go

break it down

hey

ain't no gate code

just hop that fence

ain't 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

ain't tryin' to brag

but we got it all figured out

that's how we do it in the dirty south

break it down like

like

like

got that country gold comin' out of your radio

a little more funk at the end of your gravel road

ain't tryin' to brag

but we got it all figured out

that's how we do it in the dirty south

break it down like

like

like