Like a broken record skipping down on main,
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?
You know what I mean
Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine
Juke joints, jumping on the county line
Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times
But I don't mind
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
There's always gonna be a party out in the pines
Always gonna be a shot up highway sign
Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine
From time to time
There's always gonna be people trying to run us down
Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town
I bet they'd come around
If they came on down
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
There's always gonna be a part of me
Kicking back in vfe
Yea, that's how it's always gonna be
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
Some country on the radio
As long as there's a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealing those kisses
You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing, Like a broken record skipping down on main, Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans? You know what I mean Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine Juke joints, jumping on the county line Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times But I don't mind As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that sly guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio There's always gonna be a party out in the pines Always gonna be a shot up highway sign Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine From time to time There's always gonna be people trying to run us down Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town I bet they'd come around If they came on down As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that sly guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio There's always gonna be a part of me Kicking back in vfe Yea, that's how it's always gonna be As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that sly guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio Some country on the radio As long as there's a small town Saturday nights Blue jean babies Yeah, tip back your Dixie Stealing those kisses Explain Request ×
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