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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Shelton
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
Craig Wiseman
Songwriter
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brad Winters
Assistant Engineer
Joe Martino
Assistant Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
Allen Parker
Assistant Engineer
Scott Hendricks
Producer
Ben Phillips
Editing Engineer
Brady Barnett
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing,
Like a broken record skipping down on main,
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?
You know what I mean
Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine
Juke joints, jumping on the county line
Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times
But I don't mind
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
There's always gonna be a party out in the pines
Always gonna be a shot up highway sign
Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine
From time to time
There's always gonna be people trying to run us down
Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town
I bet they'd come around
If they came on down
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
There's always gonna be a part of me
Kicking back in VFE
Yea, that's how it's always gonna be
As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio
Some country on the radio
As long as there's a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealing those kisses
Writer(s): Rodney Clawson, Chris Tompkins, Craig Wiseman
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