Intro: Verse: 1 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 Verse: 2 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 Bridge Keep a zebco in the toolbox Keep it retro on the jukebox Solo 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 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 Somebody's gotta be country in this town Somebody's gotta be I reckon' that's me