Rockin' The Country Songtext
von Mark Wills
Rockin' The Country Songtext
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!
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): Chris Tompkins, Chris Lindsey, Aimee Mayo, Mitch Allen Scheer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com