redneck rockstar
drew jacobs
i think she's lookin' at me
on thursday payday's so damn far
cashin' my check on a friday
ballin' out the same night
i'll get drunk off the ladies who stay twerkin' up in the denim
i waste money on gasoline at the 7-eleven
a couple cans of tobacco and a case of the good-good
i'll be in the cut silverado
all i do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down
to put the green in my pocket
gotta get it by any means kind of livin'
done some crooked shit even
but i ain't even gonna lie
i spend dollars on good times
so grab the jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire
on thursday payday's so damn far
i stay cruisin' the backroads of my own hometown
deep in the co-co-country
where your iphone don't get service in a small ass town
in the holler it goes down
southern belles gettin' wild
dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
saturday night i'm knee slappin' to alan jackson
with coca cola and a splash of jack in the action
but still make it to church
rollin' into work hungover
but i gotta sweat for the paper to burn a hole in my jeans
on thursday payday's so damn far
don't be ashamed to get wild on the weekends
in this crazy world we live in
we gotta learn how to let loose somehow
good looks are all that i've got
but when friday rolls around
i'm buyin' shots round the clock
on thursday payday's so damn far
on thursday payday's so damn far