Lyrics

Every small town there's a home team Got the quarterback kissin on the prom queen Where the main street is like a race track Got some daisy dukes killin in a ball cap Round here some things go hand in hand Like radio and Marshall Tucker Band There's a lot of fake news out there but here's some facts Where there's smoke there's fires Where there's dirt roads there's tires Where there's politics and liars let them be Where there's young love there's a back seat Where there's honky tonk there's country Where there's ice cold beer There's Me Where there's a Friday night there's a paycheck Got a couple blue collar boys gettin redneck Sippin on a long neck sittin on a sun bed Workin sun rise to sun set We get hard shit done We get loaded on a cold shot gun If you found a cloud of smoke then you found us Blowin up these alpine speakers with the sound up Where there's smoke there's fires Where there's dirt roads there's tires Where there's politics and liars let them be Where there's young love there's a back seat Where there's honky tonk there's country Where there's ice cold beer There's Me So give me that Busch Light Coors Light Miller High Life Bud Light Natty Ice Colt 45 Busch Light Coors Light Miller High Life Bud Light Natty Ice Colt 45 Busch Light Coors Light Miller High Life Bud Light Natty Ice Colt 45 Busch Light Coors Light Miller High Life Bud Light Natty Ice Colt 45 Ha ha ha Where there's smoke there's fires Where there's dirt roads there's tires Where there's politics and liars let them be Where there's young love there's a back seat Where there's honky tonk there's country Where there's ice cold beer There's Me Where there's ice cold beer There's Me Ah yeah won't you pass me one of them cold ones
Writer(s): Aaron Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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