Hey, look at all those cowgirls tearin down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing Summertime at the top of their lungs, sippin Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out, we holler and whistle and honk our horns in time
Were just country folks livin loud, were country folks livin loud
Were just country folks livin loud
Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud
Interstates jammed with race fans, were headin towards a Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin and barbecues poppin, everybodys gonna have a good time
There aint nuthin like those engines startin and the crowd at the finish line
Were just country folks livin loud, were country folks livin loud
Were just country folks livin loud
Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud
Its a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass a George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, aint that what its all about
Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud
Were country folks and were proud of livin loud