[Intro]
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
[Verse 1]
Bright red Solo cups layin' in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy
Jimmy shootin' whiskey, Johnny shootin' at the stars, uh
"Sweet Home Alabama" on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy
'88 Chevy with some rust on it (Skrrt)
Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? (Yeah)
Cinder blocks holdin' up them whips (Up them whips), uh
BMX bikes with the grips (With the grips)
[Pre-Chorus]
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin'
Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to
[Chorus]
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county linе
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
[Verse 1]
Bright red Solo cups layin' in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy
Jimmy shootin' whiskey, Johnny shootin' at the stars, uh
"Sweet Home Alabama" on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy
'88 Chevy with some rust on it (Skrrt)
Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? (Yeah)
Cinder blocks holdin' up them whips (Up them whips), uh
BMX bikes with the grips (With the grips)
[Pre-Chorus]
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin'
Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to
[Chorus]
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county linе
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