Country So Fresh You Have To Check Your Boots

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