Holler

Cold cans in the blue boxes Earl Dibbles on the boombox and A-frame on a Chevy rockin' 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 Give 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 rockin' two flags Yee-yee, ol' glory strapped To the top of the head rack Rolling 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 night Raise 'em up to the sky If you're tryna throw down Give 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 Ha, ha, it's Earl Dibbles Jr., yee-yee Hey, y'all listen to this 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 Poppin' off like a 12-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 Give 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 Raise 'em up to the sky If you're tryna throw down Give 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