Lyrics Small Town Throwdown - Brantley Gilbert, Justin Moore, Thomas Rhett

Small Town Throwdown

Round these parts ain’t much to do Except work like a dog till Friday
Punch that clock
Cash that check, raise a little hell till 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 goodtime
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down
Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown
Oh, we 'bout to throw it down, son
Now we got a field full of daisy dukes
'Round here we know how to grow 'em
Rocking little body and long tan legs
Sure ain’t scared to show 'em, no Show a little something, girl
Somebody said them city boys
Riding around looking 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
Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown
Come on It’s a small town throwdown
It’s time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down
Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning 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
Yeah, man, it’s on tonight, right into the morning light
Crank that country up loud
It’s a small town throwdown
It’s a small town throwdown
Now that’s country