Lyrics

Aw, get swampy, baby Here we go! Nothing 'round here but churches and bars It ain't Hollywood, but you can see more stars Girls grow wild like kudzu vines Sweeter the peaches in the hot sunshine (I'm a Georgia boy, I like peaches) Four-wheel drive all covered in dirt A cowboy hat and a Motley Crüe shirt Hey, y'all, yee-haw Little bit of hillbilly, little bit of outlaw Heck yeah, that's the name of the game Like Hagar with a swagger, like Jagger with a twang Say what ya want about my friends and me We're just rockin' the country A dead-end road, out in the woods Yeah, we're getting it on, on a rusty hood Wanna get loud, wanna get faster A little Les Paul, a lot of Telecaster Aw, here we go Hey, y'all, yee-haw Little bit of hillbilly, little bit of outlaw Heck yeah, that's the name of the game Like Hagar with a swagger, like Jagger with a twang Say what ya want About my friends and me We're just rockin' the country, yeah Show me rockin', baby Come on, hillbilly Break it down Alright, boys and girls, here we go You can rodeo, you can dosie doe You can bang your head to the radio (radio) Getcha boots on and getcha groove on Throw your hands up and sing right along (sing along) Rockin' the country (rockin' the country, sing along) Rockin' the country (wooh, whoa, just rockin' the country) Hey, y'all, yee-haw Little bit of hillbilly, little bit of outlaw Heck yeah, that's the name of the game Like Hagar with a swagger, like Jagger with a twang Say what ya want About my friends and me (I said, say what ya want) I said, say what you want about my friends and me We're just rockin' the country (woo!) We're rockin' the country (rockin' the country, come on) Rockin' the country (woo, we're just rockin' the country) Rockin' the country (rockin' the country, baby, come on) Rockin' the country (rockin' the country, rockin' the country, woo, we're just rockin' the country) Woo!
Writer(s): Aimee Mayo, Mitch Allen Scheer, Chris Tompkins, Chris Lindsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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