Country must be country wide Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities In every state, there's a station There ain't no doubt in my mind I grew up south of

Is the music calling for a river of blood? The wind has blown away the corner soul Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel of was boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso Spread the news all over

Turn it up now Freaks flock together And make all the be-boys scream I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Word up to the man thing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

I'm gonna do it my way Take a chance before I fall I got nothing to lose at all A chance before I fall! And I'm heading out to the highway On the highway! Hit 'em boys! Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again You get nothing for nothing: expect

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor She's the first one up the hayloft ladder A girl like that's what a country boy's after She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack I go fast, she hollers faster I go fast, she hollers faster, She's a wild

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

Baby I will take you far away Don’t you know these are our golden days Baby all the other boys they don’t see what I see Now won’t you say you see it in me Tamarinds and skinny jeans Oh won’t you be my summer love Take you walking through the garden And

Bad boys of Rock & Roll Mad boys out of control We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll How bad can a bad boy be if he sets you free? How bad can a bad boy be is he sets you free? (We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll) So we look kinda weird to you Well how do

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on