Cold cans in the blue boxes
Earl Dibbles on the boombox and
A-frame on a Chevy rockin' side to side
Mud grip on a dirt road
Couple buddies saying let's go
Gonna burn that barn right down to the ground tonight
Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Give a little country faded, take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler
Holler
Doubled up rockin' two flags
Yee-yee, ol' glory strapped
To the top of the head rack
Rolling in the night
Tin can full of kerosene
Pour it out on a pile of trees
Step back, strike a match
And watch that Friday night
Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Give a little country faded, take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler
Holler
Holler
Holler
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Ha, ha, it's Earl Dibbles Jr., yee-yee
Hey, y'all listen to this
I'm 'bout to get the fuse lit
Crack a can, take a long sip
Red Man get the pouch ripped
Got a whole thing, a pack in both lips
Jumping up on a tailgate
Poppin' off like a 12-gauge
I don't care what a city boy say
We where the party is
And that's damn right (yee-yee)
Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Give a little country faded, take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler
Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Give a little country faded, take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler