Holler

Cold cans in the blue boxes
Earl Dibbles on the boombox and
A-frame on a Chevy rocking
Side to side
Mud grip on a dirt road
Couple buddies saying let's go
Gonna burn that barn right down
To the ground tonight

Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Get a little country faded
Take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys
In the blue collars, holler

Holler

Doubled up rocking two flags
Yee Yee, ol' glory strapped
To the top of the head rack
Blowing in the night
Tin can full of kerosene
Pour it out on a pile of trees
Step back, strike a match
And watch that Friday ignite

Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Get a little country faded
Take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys
In the blue collars, holler

Holler
Holler
Holler

I'm 'bout to get the fuse lit
Crack a can, take a long sip
Red man get the pouch ripped
Got a whole thing, a pack in both lips
Jumping up on a tailgate
Popping off like a twelve gauge
I don't care what a city boy say
We where the party is
And that's damn right (yee yee)

Raise 'em up to the sky
If you're tryna throw down
Get a little country faded
Take it way on out
Park your truck in the line
If you're looking for a buzz
And the girls in love with the boys
In the blue collars, holler

Holler