[Verse 1]Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night?Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights?Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble?Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W?You got my number, hit me up if you're tryin' to fill your cupAll you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I'm singin'[Pre-Chorus]Ain't no gate code, just hop that fenceAin't no dress code, baby, come on inJust pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeahAnd we gon' get you feelin' alright[Chorus]Got that country gold comin' out of your radioA little more funk at the end of your gravel roadAin't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured outThat's how we do it in the dirty southBreak it down like, like, like[Verse 2]The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up)We out in the sticks and gettin' it startedSo grab all your friends and tell everybodyThe smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some)I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequilaI'll break out my guitar under the starsAnd sing you some Oh My MariaYeah, we got a handle of Tito's just me and all my amigosGonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy roadOn the way to the spot only we know[Chorus]Ain't no gate code, just hop that fenceAin't no dress code, baby, come on inJust pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeahAnd we gon' get you feelin' alrightGot that country gold comin' out of your radioA little more funk at the end of your gravel roadAin't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured outThat's how we do it in the dirty southBreak it down like, like, likeAnd the drums goBreak it down, hey[Pre-Chorus]Ain't no gate code, just hop that fenceAin't no dress code, baby, come on inJust pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeahAnd we gon' get you feelin' alright[Chorus]Got that country gold comin' out of your radioA little more funk at the end of your gravel roadAin't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured outThat's how we do it in the dirty southBreak it down like, like, like (One more time, like)Got that country gold comin' out of your radioA little more funk at the end of your gravel roadAin't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured outThat's how we do it in the dirty southBreak it down like, like, like[Outro]Ah, that country gold, ahCountry gold
