Text: Lost Trailers. Holler Back. Country Folks (Livin' Loud).
Hey, look at all those cowgirls
Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs
Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out
We holler and whistle
And honk our horns in time
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
Interstate's jammed with race fans
We're heading towards the Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin' and barbecue is poppin'
Everybody's gonna have a good time
Ain't nuthin' like those engines starting
And the crowd at the finish line
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mama's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass
A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, ain't that what it's all about?
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're country and we're livin' loud
Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs
Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out
We holler and whistle
And honk our horns in time
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
Interstate's jammed with race fans
We're heading towards the Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin' and barbecue is poppin'
Everybody's gonna have a good time
Ain't nuthin' like those engines starting
And the crowd at the finish line
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mama's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass
A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, ain't that what it's all about?
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks livin' loud
Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're country and we're livin' loud