Hanging out at Cactus Flats
In Wranglers, boots and hats
After working in the fields we need to unwind
So it's frosty mugs of ice cold brews to loosen our minds
Everybody swayin' to a steel guitar
Jukebox pumpin' twangin' tunes
Shufflin' two step dance
Sawdust on the floor adds a beat to the songs
The band starts playing fiddles saw through the noise
Country so fresh you'll have to check your boots
Cooks slinging burgers
While dancing along
Bartenders shaken with the beat of the drums
Waitresses servin' while singing the songs
The dance floors hoppin' It's Saturday night
The joint's still rockin'
When they holler last call
They're heading for the pasture as they turn out the lights
A field party's formin' ain't no end in sight
A bonfire growin' drawin' folks to the flame
Country so fresh, you'll need to check your boots
Sheriff pulls up puts his hand on his gun
But he doesn't pull his weight
He just joins in the fun
Farmer comes out to check on his cows
The dancin' girls and rhythm
Get him dancin' along
When you wake up on Sunday
Wonderin' where have you been
A lingering scent is your only clue
Following the odor leads your nose to the floor
Country so fresh, you'll need to check your boots
Country so fresh, you'll need to check your boots
