5:00 in the Country

It's time, time To trade these work boots for my playin' kind It's time, high time Got a whole two days and a hell bent half a mind To light that backyard burn pile up this Friday It's BYOB y'all point them trucks my way Little in my pocket and a little in the bank In a pickup picking up a pretty thing Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country, oh yeah Moonshine, both kinds One with the stars and some in this jar of mine Blue eyes, green light Me and her might slip off in them pines, do a little Little in my pocket and a little in the bank In a pickup picking up a pretty thing Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country Hey, it's on now Now you can count on a county line kinda good time this Sunday It goes one, two, three, four, five o' clock in the country Little in my pocket and a little in the bank In a pickup picking up a pretty thing Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string Then come Sunday hear the church choir sing Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy Stop, pop a top it's five o' clock in the country Oh, tick-tock babe