All Dogs Go To Hell

Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh I swear I ain't on your front porch Ain't knocking on your front door Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn And I, I don't love you anymore And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby No, I don't miss you baby at all Right And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh