Country Gold
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 trying to fill your cup
All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all ripped up, I'm singing
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
The smaller the town, the bigger the party
(We gon' turn it up)
We out in the sticks and gettin' it started
So grab all your friends and tell everybody
The 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 tequila
I'll break out my guitar under the stars
And sing you some Oh My Maria
Yeah, we got a handle of Tito's
Just me and all my amigos
Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road
On the way to the spot only we know
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
And the drums go
Break it down, hey
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Oh my baby
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
(A little more funk at the end of your gravel road)
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
(One more time, like)
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
(Got that country gold coming out of your radio)
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
(A little more funk at the end of your gravel road)
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
Ah, that country gold, ah
Country gold
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 trying to fill your cup
All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all ripped up, I'm singing
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Ain't tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
The smaller the town, the bigger the party
(We gon' turn it up)
We out in the sticks and gettin' it started
So grab all your friends and tell everybody
The 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 tequila
I'll break out my guitar under the stars
And sing you some Oh My Maria
Yeah, we got a handle of Tito's
Just me and all my amigos
Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road
On the way to the spot only we know
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
And the drums go
Break it down, hey
Ain't no gate code, just hop that fence
Ain't no dress code, baby, come on in
Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
And we gon' get you feeling alright
Oh my baby
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
(A little more funk at the end of your gravel road)
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
(One more time, like)
Got that country gold coming out of your radio
(Got that country gold coming out of your radio)
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
(A little more funk at the end of your gravel road)
Ain't trying to brag, but we got it all figured out
That's how we do it in the dirty south
Break it down like, like, like
Ah, that country gold, ah
Country gold
Credits
Writer(s): Rhett Akins, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Jesse Frasure, Thomas Rhett Akins
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