Well I smoke, I drink
And took it back it makes me think
And once I learned to live
I hid in the sticks
We've just got one (real life)
I'm running every time
I go to see my girl
She's the hottest in this world
'Bout to get a clue
Imma pour some bourbon, y'all
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It's Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we're shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we're crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country life
On Southern-fried Friday night
(Yeah, I'm gonna tell you what I like now)
Photos
I said skirts and boots
Little redneck attitudes
A tattoo or three
Well that's just fine with me
We got that music on loud
Tonight we own this town
They say we act a little big
What you get is what you see
Put your best shirt on
And pour some bourbon, y'all
Awe, shit!
It's Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we're shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we're crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country life
On Southern-fried Friday night
If you find yourself just passin' through
Ain't got nothing else better to do
Stop right in—
We'll show you how we do
A Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we're shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we're crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country (life)
This is our county
This is just what we like
A Southern-fried Friday night
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