Small Town Throwdown - Brantley Gilbert, Justin Moore, Thomas Rhett

Round these parts ain’t much to do Except work like a dog till Friday

Punch that clock

Cash that check, raise a little hell till Sunday

It’s about that time

There’s a party back in the woods tonight

Heard it through the redneck grapevine

Got a keg of beer and a bunch of girls

Sure enough gonna be a goodtime

It’s a small town throwdown

It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down

Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light

Crank that country up loud

It’s a small town throwdown

Oh, we 'bout to throw it down, son

Now we got a field full of daisy dukes

'Round here we know how to grow 'em

Rocking little body and long tan legs

Sure ain’t scared to show 'em, no Show a little something, girl

Somebody said them city boys

Riding around looking for some trouble

If they bring it cross that county line

You know there’s gonna be a rumble

It’s a small town throwdown

It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down

Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light

Crank that country up loud

It’s a small town throwdown

Come on It’s a small town throwdown

It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down

Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light

Crank that country up loud

It’s a small town throwdown

It’s a small town throwdown

It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down

Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light

Crank that country up loud

It’s a small town throwdown

It’s a small town throwdown

Now that’s country