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The Lost Trailers

Country Folks (Livin' Loud)

 

Country Folks (Livin' Loud)

(album: Holler Back - 2008)


Hey, look at all those cowgirls
Tearing down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs
Sipping Dixie cups of strawberry wine

All my boys are out
We holler and whistle
And honk our horns in time

We're just country folks living loud
We're country folks living loud
We're just country folks living loud

We're cranking Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinking beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks living loud

Driving tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks living loud

Interstate's jammed with race fans
We're heading towards the Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are dropping and barbecue is popping
Everybody's gonna have a good time

Ain't nuthing like those engines starting
And the crowd at the finish line

We're just country folks living loud
We're country folks living loud
We're just country folks living loud

We're cranking Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks
Clinking beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mama's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks living loud

Driving tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks living loud

It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass
A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, ain't that what it's all about?

We're just country folks living loud
We're country folks living loud
We're just country folks living loud

We're cranking Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinking beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound
We're country folks living loud

Driving tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks living loud
We're country folks living loud

We're country and we're living loud

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