Marlboro Smoke

You walk through the door
Place is jammed
Lights are low they got a country cover band
Singing songs by Merle and hank
And one funny little tune about some John deere paint
Rowdy old crowd, never settles down
Partying loud until last calls out
Then they move out on down the street
Where the boot cut boys and the cow girls meet
Where marlboro smoke covers carhartt clothes
Every red cup is filled with Jack and Coke
Rollin on some and it's all homegrown
While we're dancin up dust down a red dirt road
Little messed up but everybody knows
Folks like us make the Hometown gold
Every last breath and every song we've sold
By the end of the night man you're all gonna know
All gonna know, all gonna know, all gonna know
About who's got the biggest baddest truck in town
And who's totin all the pretty girls around
And what it is they're selling in the back of that shack
At the edge of cart road where the bonfires at
If there's something you wanna know
Let me tell you right where to go
Where marlboro smoke covers carhartt clothes
Every red cup is filled with Jack and Coke
Rollin on some and it's all homegrown
While we're dancin up dust down a red dirt road

Little messed up but everybody knows
Folks like us make the Hometown gold
Every last breath and every song we've sold
By the end of the night man you're all gonna know
All gonna know, all gonna know, about my red dirt roads
And why I roll around with a baseball bat
And why you never mess with the cowboys hat
And how does this bar, only take cash
You ain't ever seen a place stuck in time like that
Let me tell you son there's some things that don't change
Like the tanned up legs on my chevy tail gate
Rowdy ole boys on a Friday night
At the honkey tonk bar living up their young lives
If there's something you wanna know
Let me tell you right where to go
Where marlboro smoke covers carhartt clothes
Every red cup is filled with Jack and Coke
Rollin on some and it's all homegrown
While we're dancin up dust down a red dirt road
Little messed up but everybody knows
Folks like us make the Hometown gold
Every last breath and every sold our show
By the end of the night man you're all gonna know
Why the Marlboro smokes on my carhartt clothes
All them red cups are filled with Jack and Coke
I'm Rollin on some and it's all homegrown
While I'm dancin up dust down my red dirt road
Little messed up but everybody knows Folks like us make the Hometown gold
Every last breath and every song we've sold
By the end of the night man you're all gonna know