| Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night? | 
| Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights? | 
| Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble? | 
| Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W? | 
| You got my number, hit me up if you’re tryin' to fill your cup | 
| All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I’m singin' | 
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence | 
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in | 
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah | 
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright | 
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio | 
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road | 
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out | 
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south | 
| Break it down like, like, like | 
| The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up) | 
| We out in the sticks and gettin' it started | 
| So grab all your friends and tell everybody | 
| The smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some) | 
| I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequila | 
| I’ll break out my guitar under the stars | 
| And sing you some Oh My Maria | 
| Yeah, we got a handle of Tito’s just me and all my amigos | 
| Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road | 
| On the way to the spot only we know | 
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence | 
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in | 
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah | 
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright | 
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio | 
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road | 
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out | 
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south | 
| Break it down like, like, like | 
| And the drums go | 
| Break it down, hey | 
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence | 
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in | 
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah | 
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright | 
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio | 
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road | 
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out | 
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south | 
| Break it down like, like, like (One more time, like) | 
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio | 
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road | 
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out | 
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south | 
| Break it down like, like, like | 
| Ah, that country gold, ah | 
| Country gold |