Country Gold - Thomas Rhett

Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night?

Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights?

Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble?

Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W?

You got my number, hit me up if you’re tryin' to fill your cup

All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I’m singin'

Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence

Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in

Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah

And we gon' get you feelin' alright

Got that country gold comin' out of your radio

A little more funk at the end of your gravel road

Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out

That’s how we do it in the dirty south

Break it down like, like, like

The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up)

We out in the sticks and gettin' it started

So grab all your friends and tell everybody

The smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some)

I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequila

I’ll break out my guitar under the stars

And sing you some Oh My Maria

Yeah, we got a handle of Tito’s just me and all my amigos

Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road

On the way to the spot only we know

Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence

Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in

Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah

And we gon' get you feelin' alright

Got that country gold comin' out of your radio

A little more funk at the end of your gravel road

Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out

That’s how we do it in the dirty south

Break it down like, like, like

And the drums go

Break it down, hey

Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence

Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in

Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah

And we gon' get you feelin' alright

Got that country gold comin' out of your radio

A little more funk at the end of your gravel road

Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out

That’s how we do it in the dirty south

Break it down like, like, like (One more time, like)

Got that country gold comin' out of your radio

A little more funk at the end of your gravel road

Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out

That’s how we do it in the dirty south

Break it down like, like, like

Ah, that country gold, ah

Country gold