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