Small Town Throwdown

Oh, son! Around these parts ain't much to do 'cept work Like a dog to Friday. Punch that clock and cash that check, Raise a little hell 'til Sunday. It's about that time. There's a party bangin' the woods tonight. Heard it through the redneck grapevine. Got a keg of beer and a bunch of Girls. Sure 'nough gonna be a good time. It's a small town throwdown. It's time to tall boy up, let them tail Gates down. And man it's on tonight, right into the mornin' Light. Crank that country up loud. It's a small town throwdown, hey. Oh, we 'bout to throw down some. Now we got a field full of Daisy Dukes. 'Round here we know how to grow 'em. Rockin' little body and long tan legs. Sure ain't scared to show 'em, No. Show a something, girl. Somebody said them city boys ridin' around lookin' For some trouble. If they bring it cross that County line, you know there's gonna be a rumble. It's a small town throwdown. It's time to tall boy up, let them tail Gates down. And man it's on tonight, right into the mornin' Light. Crank that country up loud. It's a small town throwdown, hey. Come on. It's a small town-town. Throwdown. Throwdown. It's time to tall boy up, let them tail Gates down. And man it's on tonight, right into the mornin' Light. Crank that country up loud. Crank it up loud. It's a small town throwdown. It's a small small Town. Throwdown. It's time to tall boy up, let them tail Gates down. And man it's on tonight. Man, it's on. In the mornin' light. Crank that country up loud. It's a small town throwdown, hey. It's a small town throwdown. That's country. That's right. Truly.