[Verse 1]
You smell that fan in the window lettin' air in
Coals still burnin' outside from last weekend
Truck done died, it was runnin' all night
To be the jukebox jam and the wood chop light
You see that fence post nail at the top
To hold the water bucket when the faucet's off
That hide-a-way shed ain't just for the straw
But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar
[Chorus]
And I sang, man-oh-man, where'd the good times go?
Back when "Fall" by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio
So, I sang, boy-oh-boy, how I miss them old Toyotas
Yeah, country is as country does, we was but no one told us
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm sick of hearin' the same thing, rhinestone cowboys
I'm about to smack y'all like the ass on a cowgirl
I'm Mr. Tennessee, barefoot bandit up in Rocky Top
Orange and white blanket up in that red, red ragtop
You want the gun smoke, then bring your ass to the farm
We just some country boys and girls gettin' stoned in a barn
I get the Chattahoochee coochie, I'm the holler's Elvis Presley
Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me
I'll be somewhere on a boat gettin' too damn sunburnt
Middle fingers up, sissies still bein' butthurt
I'll be castin' a line, just sittin' watchin' the float jump
Put the country in country, no need to give it to me
You smell that fan in the window lettin' air in
Coals still burnin' outside from last weekend
Truck done died, it was runnin' all night
To be the jukebox jam and the wood chop light
You see that fence post nail at the top
To hold the water bucket when the faucet's off
That hide-a-way shed ain't just for the straw
But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar
[Chorus]
And I sang, man-oh-man, where'd the good times go?
Back when "Fall" by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio
So, I sang, boy-oh-boy, how I miss them old Toyotas
Yeah, country is as country does, we was but no one told us
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm sick of hearin' the same thing, rhinestone cowboys
I'm about to smack y'all like the ass on a cowgirl
I'm Mr. Tennessee, barefoot bandit up in Rocky Top
Orange and white blanket up in that red, red ragtop
You want the gun smoke, then bring your ass to the farm
We just some country boys and girls gettin' stoned in a barn
I get the Chattahoochee coochie, I'm the holler's Elvis Presley
Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me
I'll be somewhere on a boat gettin' too damn sunburnt
Middle fingers up, sissies still bein' butthurt
I'll be castin' a line, just sittin' watchin' the float jump
Put the country in country, no need to give it to me
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