Yeah, heel, toe, docie do Come on baby, let's go boot scootin' Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky

I like girls that drink beer And a man ain't gonna get it up here Bye, bye baby I'm leaving Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends And your country club that ain't really country I need a little down home lovin' Hey I'll find what I want in a

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

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

And the desert that´s dry In a country town Where the map was found When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they've gone Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness At the summer comin´

Boot scootin' boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Yeah heel toe do si do Come on baby let's go boot scootin' Oh cadillac blackjack baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky tonk

Damn country music The strum of strings on a flat top The hum of wheels on the blacktop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape in Dad's '84 rusty Ford He swore we'd never make it I quit my

Tonight is bottoms up Throw it on down Rock this quiet, little country town Get up, drop a tailgate on ya truck Find a keg and fill ya cup up Kick it on back Pretty little mama lookin at ya like that Make ya wanna slide on in like girl, what’s up

Just a mile outside of town All along the floodline The hills roll out like centuries Pass by without a sound Oh country down Where I found my proving ground Wheels are turning around Down river bound Where the lemon tea sky fell down

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya I make your jeans Vibrate like a Nokia Hot gyal here Major Lazer We ah fuck the hottest gyal dem round 'ya Girl from down ah country and Girl from down ah town ya If you check da phone ya