Southern Fried Friday Night

Well I smoke, I drank
And took it back it makes me think
And once I learned to live
I hid in the sticks
We’ve just got one (real life)
I’m running every time
I go to see my girl
She’s the hottest in this world
'Bout to get a clue
Imma pour some bourbon, y’all
It’s Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we’re shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country life
On Southern-fried Friday night
(Yeah, I’m gonna tell you what I like now:)
I said skirts and boots
Little redneck attitudes
A tattoo or three
Well that’s just fine with me
We got that music
Tonight we own this town
They say
What you get is what you see
Put your best shirt on
And pour some bourbon, y’all
Awe, shit!
It’s Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we’re shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country life
On Southern-fried Friday night
If you find yourself just passin' through
Ain’t got nothing else better to do
Stop right in—
We’ll show you how we do
A Southern-fried Friday night
Everything is all right
Raise a little hell
While we’re shooting at the moonlight
Loud as we wanna
We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
Rolling down a dirt road
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country (life)
This is our county
This is just what we like
A Southern-fried Friday night