That old foreign road, that's where we go,
We, we ain't got no VIP,
No rope tied between these trees,
Pull on up and make yourself at home!
Shit! We, now we aint gotta play DJ,
We got speakers and a Chevrolet,
Rocking Randall Hank, singing them new south songs, yeah!
Hmmm, so come on and shake your moneymaker,
Ah, you ain't nothing but a heart breaker,
Yeah, girl you killing me I gotta take you out for a midnight ride.
Chorus:
Hey, we break out the fiddle,
Stay up all night!
Ain't got no disco ball,
We kick it round the firelights, yeah!
Uh, we jump in the river,
Just get your skinny dip on,
Feel like we walking on water,
Rocking your body till the cows come home.
Give the jar a little twist,
Let you take a little sip,
Can't wait to taste it on your lips,
End the night with a kiss, we do it like this!
(Like this!)
(Come here, boy,
Get a little sip!)
Yeah, we, we just try to do out thing,
Got cat fish stretching on our string,
Night crawlers, country ballers got it made!
And yeah, you in the pretty pink cowboy boots,
Got a front row tailgate view
Me and the man in the moon,
Can't stop looking your way, no!
Hmmmm, so come on shake your money maker,
Ah, you ain't nothing but a heart breaker,
Yeah, girl you're killing me,
I gotta take you out for a midnight ride!
Chorus: (x2)
Hey, we break out the fiddle,
Stay up all night!
Ain't got no disco ball,
We kick it round the firelights, yeah!
Uh, we jump in the river,
Just get your skinny dip on,
Feel like we walking on water,
Rocking your body till the cows come home.
Give the jar a little twist,
Let you take a little sip,
Can't wait to taste it on your lips,
End the night with a kiss, we do it like this!
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