Being an all nighter with the hippies and the hicks Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke We crank it up, down here We get loud, down here The jocks and bikers they all came to kick it in the sticks Our side of the barbed wire We hang out

I've got a fast ride waiting on a slow roll I'm cranking up a little Straight on the radio Mmm girl, mmm girl, yeah you're working it flirting Got your tummy out on the prowl Mmm girl, mmm girl, what you doing for the rest of the night? What you doing

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,

The way she crank it up The way she cranks it up She might not be the one you see in a magazine She might not be the one you fantasize in your dream She’s the only girl left in the world that can guarantee what you need tonight With my G's and we riding

"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country." Crank up the band, play the steel guitar. Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar. Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie." "Ha oh ho, play something country." Yes, she blew through the door like

Na na na na na na (Uh huh uh huh) Let's do this I turn it on I crank it up I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just what you came here for And I want to hear you scream and more

So soak it all up, let it sink in Crank it up loud, all the way to ten Raise your cup to the sky Tip 'em back to friends and let your party lights shine On top of the world in the back of a truck Livin' like the sun ain't comin' back up Need a buddy

Wanna get it jacked up yeah Let's crank it on up yeah With a little bit of luck I can find me a girl with a truck yeah We can love it on up yeah 'Til the sun comes up yeah And if you think this life I love is a little too country If you like it up loud

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

It's a small town throwdown Crank that country up loud Its time to tall boy up let them tailgates down Yea Man its on tonight right into morning light Its time to tall boy up Let them tailgates down Round these parts there ain't much to do Except work