Nothin’ To Do Round Here

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ira Dean] Chicken fried, finger lickin', kick back, six pack and ribs on the barbecue A boom box beatin' out a banjo thumpin' on a backwoods barefoot tune The girls on the hood, foot printing up the paint, shake shakin' everything they've got It's your typical Saturday night in the life of a little town time forgot [Chorus] With the streets rolled up, when the sun goes down Where the old turn in 'round half past ten the young sneak out Well it don't take much just a truck backed up Gas and a match and an old tree stump A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here Round here [Verse 2: Ira Dean] Yeah, way out here where the only skyscrapers are the grain elevators and the water tower Where the only night life that you're likely to find is a bovine chewin' on a wildflower The crickets and frogs and old hound dogs turn in early out here in the sticks It takes a whole lotta hillbilly innovation to keep from goin' crazy quick [Chorus] With the streets rolled up (with the streets rolled up), when the sun goes down (the sun goes down) Where the old turn in 'bout half past ten the young sneak out (and the young sneak out) Well it don't take much just a truck backed up Gas and a match and an old tree stump A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer Make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here Woo, oh yeah Play it Troy [Verse 3: Colt Ford] Well if you hang around here, I'm gon' be some cow tippin' beer Sippin' hillbilly hotty body lookin' like bam Grampy in the nightgown, dancin' for the whole town Chief of police lookin' at him like damn When there's a whole lotta nothin' country folks make something Got the moonshine pumpin' and the stereo bumpin' Everybody juke jivin', buzzin' like a bee hivin' 'Cause there ain't that much to do tell 'em Ira [Chorus] Well it don't take much just a truck backed up Gas and a match and an old tree stump A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here Yeah it don't take much just a truck backed up Gas and a match and an old tree stump A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here Round here With the streets rolled up, no it don't take much To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here Round here