Somebody's Gotta Be Country

I slipped you a little red man Hit the lake and cast a line Hold the door and say, "Yes, ma'am" Gas up my four wheel drive I keep Alan Jackson playing on the radio Where did all the good old boys go? Somebody's gotta party 'til the stars burn out Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta country in this town Yeah, I take up two spots 'Cause my truck don't fit And I represent the math God Every chance I get No, my dirt road heart won't ever be paved Am I the only one these days Who still likes to party 'til the stars burn out? Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Keep a zebco in the toolbox Keep it retro on the jukebox Yeah, somebody's gotta back up traffic on an old John Deere Drink a center console ice cold beer And keep that old school hanging around Somebody's gotta be country Somebody's gotta party 'til the starts burn out Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be country Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be I reckon that's me