Yep

Do you like cold beer, yep Do you got a four-by, yep Do you got a little jon boat with a two-stroke And a Zebco rod, yep Do you like long cut, yep And everything fried, yep Do you know them shortcuts with the deep ruts Where the tall trucks ride, yep You're a little more country than city I'm talking Square-Toes and Twitty Got that Kershaw in your jeans, hamhock in your beans Hometown's itty-bitty To the left, to the right of where that Mississippi winds Way up in them hills, way down in them pines If your neck's a little red and your winter is green Get your whiskey from the moon then you're just like me If you came here to party, raise your drink and nod your head Tip it all back and let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep) Are you ever gonna change, no Do a good girl wrong, no Are you ever gonna sell that ground that your grandpa plowed That you grew up on, no We turning hay into bales Then turn it into the shelf Pull that pager from that pocket And that twelve off the shelf Yeah, to the left, to the right of where that Mississippi winds Way up in them hills, way down in them pines If your neck's a little red and your winter is green Get your whiskey from the moon then you're just like me If you came here to party, raise your drink and nod your head Tip it all back and let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep) Let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep) You're a little more country than city I'm talking Square-Toes and Twitty Got that Kershaw in your jeans, hamhock in your beans Hometown's itty-bitty To the left, to the right of where that Mississippi winds Way up in them hills, way down in them pines If your neck's a little red and your winter is green Get your whiskey from the moon, then you're just like me If you came here to party, raise your drink and nod your head Tip it all back and let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep) Oh, let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep) (Yep) yep Yeah, let me hear you say, "Yep" (yep)