Hot Country Knights
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
Here come the Fords, here come the Chevys
A couple Bubbas, a few Bettys
Everybody's here and everybody's ready for a good time
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody's cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
Ain't nothin' cooler than these hot country nights
Ahh, tell 'em, Trevor
We got some beer, we got some whiskey
We got some moonshine, we got some whiskey
We can write a new chapter in the book of whiskey history, let's try
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody's cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
Ain't nothin' cooler than these hot country nights
Aw, give it to 'em, Rayro
Hey, pretty baby, you're an eleven
It musta hurt when you fell from the sky
Fold up them wings 'cause tonight I'm gonna teach you how to soar
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
It's gonna be a hot country night
Yeah, it can't be wrong when it feels this right
To measure how much fun we're havin' you would need a big ruler
There ain't nothin' cooler
Than these hot country nights
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
Here come the Fords, here come the Chevys
A couple Bubbas, a few Bettys
Everybody's here and everybody's ready for a good time
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody's cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
Ain't nothin' cooler than these hot country nights
Ahh, tell 'em, Trevor
We got some beer, we got some whiskey
We got some moonshine, we got some whiskey
We can write a new chapter in the book of whiskey history, let's try
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody's cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
Ain't nothin' cooler than these hot country nights
Aw, give it to 'em, Rayro
Hey, pretty baby, you're an eleven
It musta hurt when you fell from the sky
Fold up them wings 'cause tonight I'm gonna teach you how to soar
It's gonna be a hot country night
Everybody cuttin' loose with their jeans on tight
Sun down, moon up, moon couldn't get any fuller
It's gonna be a hot country night
Yeah, it can't be wrong when it feels this right
To measure how much fun we're havin' you would need a big ruler
There ain't nothin' cooler
Than these hot country nights
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
H-O-T C-O-U-N-T-R-Y K-N-I-G-H-T-S
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Beavers, Jim Beavers, Jon Mark Nite, Jon Randall, Dierks Bentley, Richard Chase Mcgill, Tyler Brett
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