You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing,

Like a broken record skipping down on main,

Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?

You know what I mean

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine

Juke joints, jumping on the county line

Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times

But I don't mind

As long as there's a small town and a saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that sly guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little george strait

That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a party out in the pines

Always gonna be a shot up highway sign

Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine

From time to time

There's always gonna be people trying to run us down

Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town

I bet they'd come around

If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that sly guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little george strait

That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a part of me

Kicking back in vfe

Yea, that's how it's always gonna be

As long as there's a small town and a saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that sly guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little george strait

That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

Some country on the radio

As long as there's a small town

Saturday nights

Blue jean babies

Yeah, tip back your dixie

Stealing those kisses