Country on the Radio

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 sing about 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 slide guitar
And your baby’s on the tailgate
And you’re stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That’s how we rock, and 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 slide guitar
And your baby’s on the tailgate
And you’re stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That’s how we rock, and 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 BFE
Yeah, 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 slide guitar
And your baby’s on the tailgate
And you’re stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That’s how we rock, and 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