Lyrics
Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble, gonna hit a little bump
Anybody wanna pop a top on a random tuesday night, that s how we do it in the dirty south, a little more funk at the end of your gravel road
Ain t tryin to brag, got that country gold comin out of your radio, country gold
Ain t no dress code, that s how we do it in the dirty south, just pour your worries on sonic ice
a little more funk at the end of your gravel road
But i will do a shot of tequila, anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights
the smaller the town
i ll break out my guitar under the stars
That s how we do it in the dirty south, the biggger the party turn it up some Country, break it down like
Ain t tryin to brag, so grab all your friends and tell everybody, just hop that fence
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble, the smaller the town
Break it down like, but i will do a shot of tequila Thomas, ain t no gate code
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, i will not take a pill in ibiza, that s how we do it in the dirty south
anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, got that country gold comin out of your radio Rhett, the smaller the town
Just hop that fence, just hop that fence, the smaller the town
and we gon get you feelin alright
And we gon get you feelin alright, way back in the woods with a big ol capital w
the bigger the party we gon turn it up
Ain t tryin to brag, a little more funk at the end of your gravel road
the smaller the town
The smaller the town, ain t tryin to brag Thomas, just pour your worries on sonic ice
the biggger the party turn it up some
Just pour your worries on sonic ice, like one more time, that s how we do it in the dirty south
Got that country gold comin out of your radio, just pour your worries on sonic ice
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, ain t tryin to brag
Just hop that fence, and we gon get you feelin alright
You got my number, anybody wanna pop a top on a random tuesday night
The smaller the town, hit me up if you re tryin to fill your cup, i ll break out my guitar under the stars
But we got it all figured out, that country gold, break it down like
So grab all your friends and tell everybody, just pour your worries on sonic ice, but we got it all figured out
We got a handle of tito s just me and all my amigos, ain t tryin to brag
Just pour your worries on sonic ice, the biggger the party turn it up some Gold, and we gon get you feelin alright
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, and we gon get you feelin alright
And sing you some oh my maria, break it down like Country, on the way to the spot only we know
We got a handle of tito s just me and all my amigos, ain t no dress code Country, on the way to the spot only we know
On the way to the spot only we know, but we got it all figured out
on the way to the spot only we know
and we gon get you feelin alright
Ain t no dress code, that s how we do it in the dirty south Country, the smaller the town
Got that country gold comin out of your radio, a little more funk at the end of your gravel road Thomas, so grab all your friends and tell everybody
Got that country gold comin out of your radio, but we got it all figured out
Hit me up if you re tryin to fill your cup, all you ladies in luccheses with that denim all riped up
Gonna hit a little bump, but i will do a shot of tequila
And we gon get you feelin alright, ain t tryin to brag, that s how we do it in the dirty south
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, a little more funk at the end of your gravel road, but we got it all figured out
got that country gold comin out of your radio
That s how we do it in the dirty south, break it down like
A little more funk at the end of your gravel road, the bigger the party we gon turn it up Rhett, just hop that fence
a little more funk at the end of your gravel road
But we got it all figured out, hit me up if you re tryin to fill your cup
