It's time, time
To trade these work boots for my playin' kind
It's time, high time
Got a whole two days and a hell bent half a mind
To light that backyard burn pile up this Friday
It's BYOB y'all point them trucks my way
Little in my pocket and a little in the bank
In a pickup picking up a pretty thing
Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string
Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing
Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler
Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers
Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy
Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country, oh yeah
Moonshine, both kinds
One with the stars and some in this jar of mine
Blue eyes, green light
Me and her might slip off in them pines, do a little
Little in my pocket and a little in the bank
In a pickup picking up a pretty thing
Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string
Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing
Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler
Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers
Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy
Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country
Hey, it's on now
Now you can count on a county line kinda good time this Sunday
It goes one, two, three, four, five o' clock in the country
Little in my pocket and a little in the bank
In a pickup picking up a pretty thing
Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string
Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing
Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler
Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers
Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy
Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country
Oh, tick-tock babe