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

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 VFE
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

Some country on the radio
As long as there´s a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealing those kisses