Flyin' Down the Highway

We're back Well its a Saturday night down and Dixie shot full of rhythm in whiskey And what do you know it's time to play Grab your boots and jump off a tour bus there is a rowdy crowd waiting on us Somebody show me to the stage Give me the mic and put me in the spotlight Cuz everybody came here to get right in those blue collar boys just got paid Will be rocking to the break of day then flying on down the highway We came to give you more for your money southern rock anthem outlaw country and don't forget about my solid gold That old hunderd round of Crown has been took in I got Music like Mama's home cooking Lord it just feels good in your soul Turn it on and crank it up to 12 Son we going to kick like daddy's old pump gun getting paid then we're getting on down the road We'll be rockin till the break of day then flying on down the highway We'll be rocking till the break of day We'll be rocking to the break of day then flying on down the highway Let's go Hey there Mr bartender a roughneck don't need a blender so pop a top on something cold And grab a you for me and the fellas and that girl in the sunshine yellow with a thousand eyes that are out of control And if she needs to get her another cuz later on down a dirt road brother I'm going to take her to a spot nobody knows And rock with her till the break of day then flying on down the highway We'll be rocking till the break of day We'll be rocking to the break of day then flying on down the highway