Country Gold Thomas Rhett

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[Verse 1]
Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night? (Yeah)
Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights? (Ah yeah)
Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble? (Uh-huh)
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'

[Pre-Chorus]
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 (On Sonic ice), yeah
And we gon' get you feelin' alright

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up)
We out in the sticks and gettin' it started
So grab all your friends and tell everybody
The smaller the town, the bigger the party (Turn it up some)
I will not take a pill in Ibiza (What?)
But I will do a shot of tequila (Me too)
I'll break out my guitar under the stars
And sing you some "Oh My Maria" (Maria)
Yeah, we got a handle of Tito's
Just me and all my amigos (My amigos)
Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road
On the way to the spot only we know (Only we know)