Nothin’ To Do Round Here Ira Dean (Ft. Colt Ford, Jeffrey Steele, Lee Roy Parnell, Montgomery Gentry & Ronnie Milsap)

[Verse 1: Ira Dean]
Chicken fried, finger lickin', kick back, six pack and ribs on the barbecue
A boom box beatin' out a banjo thumpin' on a backwoods barefoot tune
The girls on the hood, foot printing up the paint, shake shakin' everything they've got
It's your typical Saturday night in the life of a little town time forgot

[Chorus]
With the streets rolled up, when the sun goes down
Where the old turn in 'round half past ten the young sneak out
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here

[Verse 2: Ira Dean]
Yeah, way out here where the only skyscrapers are the grain elevators and the water tower
Where the only night life that you're likely to find is a bovine chewin' on a wildflower
The crickets and frogs and old hound dogs turn in early out here in the sticks
It takes a whole lotta hillbilly innovation to keep from goin' crazy quick

[Chorus]
With the streets rolled up (with the streets rolled up), when the sun goes down (the sun goes down)
Where the old turn in 'bout half past ten the young sneak out (and the young sneak out)
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
Make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Woo, oh yeah
Play it Troy