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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 them sing about 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 slide guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we rock, and that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio
There's always going to be a party out in the pines Always going to be a shot up highway sign Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine From time to time
There's always going to be people trying to run us down Saying we aren't got nothing on a big town I bet they'd come around If they came on down
There's always going to be a part of me Kicking back in BFE Yeah, that's how it's always going to be
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