Crazy Country Night

You can hear Bocephus on a truck radio,
hear a turkey gobble down an old log road.
You can see a white tail coming cross the field.
You can still hear that lonesome whippoorwill as the sun falls out of sight
into a crazy country night.

There's a bunch of buddies letting them big wheels roll,
headed out to a party down an old dirt road.
They'll be drinking whiskey til the break of day.
Throw on some old Frank, roll down the windows and let it play and raise their glasses high,
on a crazy country night.

You can see the stars shine, smell the moonshine, come get you some.
You can shoot a shotgun cause we all got one where I come from.
You can get your good time on, get you a homegrown woman that'll treat you right.
Bare feet in the backwoods on a crazy country night.

You can hear Bocephus on a truck radio,
hear a turkey gobble down an old log road.
You can see a white tail coming cross the field.
You can still hear that lonesome whippoorwill as the sun falls out of sight
into a crazy country night.

You can see the stars shine, smell the moonshine, come get you some.
You can shoot a shotgun cause we all got one where I come from.
You can get your good time on, get you a homegrown woman that'll treat you right.
Bare feet in the backwoods on a crazy country night.