Small Town Throwdown Lyrics by Gilbert Brantley
Gilbert Brantley Lyrics
Around these parts ain’t much to do
‘cept work like a dog ‘til Friday,
Punch that clock, cash that check
Raise a little hell ‘til Sunday
It’s about that time
There’s a party back in the woods tonight
Heard it through the redneck grapevine,
Got a keg of beer and a bunch of girls
Sure enough gonna be a good time
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall-boy up,
let them tailgates down
And man it’s on tonight,
Ridin’ ‘til the mornin’ light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown, hey.
Oh , we ‘bout to throwdown, son
Now we got a field full of Daisy Dukes
'Round here we know how to grow ‘em
Rockin’ little body and long tan legs,
Sure ain’t scared to show ‘em, no.
Show a little somethin’ girl
Somebody said them city boys
Ridin’ ‘round lookin’ for some trouble,
If they bring it cross that county line
You know there’s gonna be a rumble
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall-boy up,
let them tailgates down
And man it’s on tonight,
Ridin’ ‘til the mornin’ light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown,
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall-boy up,
let them tailgates down
And man it’s on tonight,
Ridin’ ‘til the mornin’ light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown,
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall-boy up,
let them tailgates down
And man it’s on tonight,
Ridin’ ‘til the mornin’ light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown,
It’s a small town throwdown
That’s country
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