Somebody’s Gotta Be Country

Lyrics

I still chew a little Red Man Hit the lake and cast a line Hold the door and say, "Yes ma'am" Gas up my four wheel drive I keep Alan Jackson playing on the radio Where did all the good ol' boys go Somebody's gotta party 'til the stars burn out Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be country in this town Yeah, I take up two spots 'Cause my truck don't fit And I represent the map dot Every chance I get No my dirt road heart won't every be paved Am I the only one these days Who still likes to party 'til the stars burn out Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Keep a Zebco in the toolbox Keep it retro on the jukebox [Instrumental Break] Yeah, somebody's gotta back up traffic on an old John Deere Drink a center console ice cold beer And keep that old school hanging around Somebody's gotta be country Somebody's gotta party 'til the stars burn out Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be country Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be I reckon that's me