(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
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
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
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 B-F-E
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
(Na na na na na na na)
Some country on the radio
(Na na na na na na na)
As long as there's a small town
(Na na na na na na na)
Hmm Saturday nights
(Na na na na na na na)
Blue jean babies
(Na na na na na na na)
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
(Na na na na na na na) Stealing those kisses
(Na na na na na na na)
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
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
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 B-F-E
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
(Na na na na na na na)
Some country on the radio
(Na na na na na na na)
As long as there's a small town
(Na na na na na na na)
Hmm Saturday nights
(Na na na na na na na)
Blue jean babies
(Na na na na na na na)
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
(Na na na na na na na) Stealing those kisses