Yeah...
How 'bout a little fiddle?
That sounds good.

Cut off Wranglers an' bikini's on the railroad bridge
Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again
When the sun is settin' we head down to the beer barn
Grab a couple keggers then we roll out to the farm
Where's the band now?

Park our pick-ups in a circle,
Let the tailgates down.
Laugh while everybody's gettin' drunk as Cooter Brown.
Crankin' everything from Brooks & Dunn to Aerosmith.
Out here in the country that's the way we get our kicks.

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all
In everything we do.
Got our own kind of laid back livin'
If you don't mind.
Thank you.
We love the kind of music.
You can feel down in your soul.
Give us Three Chord Country,
And American Rock & Roll.
Yeah.

We like to pick our guitars with the neighbors all night long.
Sip on Granny's moonshine while we sing Bocephus songs.
Listen to ol' Grandad preach about Red, White, An' Blue.
An' how he kicked
Hitler's ass in 1942.

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all,
In everything we do.
Got our own kind of laid back livin',
If you don't mind.
Thank you.
We love the kind of music
You can feel down in your soul.
Give us Three Chord Country,
And American Rock & Roll.

Old dogs,
An' watermelon wine,
Does us just fine.
Little pink houses,
An' I walk The Line,
It doesn't take much,
Ta' have ourselves a good time.

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all,
In everything we do.
Got our own kind of laid back livin',
If you don't mind.
Thank you.
We love the kind of music,
You can feel down in your soul.
Give us Three Chord Country,
And American Rock & Roll.

Yeah...
Give Three Chord Country...
And American Rock & Roll...
Tell me now...
Does fortworth ever cross your mind, now darling?
I'm wanted dead or alive...