Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Country Gold , by - Thomas Rhett. Song from the album Life Changes, in the genre КантриRelease date: 20.09.2018
Record label: Big Machine Label Group
Song language: English
Country Gold |
| Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night? |
| Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights? |
| Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble? |
| Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W? |
| You got my number, hit me up if you’re tryin' to fill your cup |
| All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I’m singin' |
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence |
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in |
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah |
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright |
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio |
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road |
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out |
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south |
| Break it down like, like, like |
| The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up) |
| We out in the sticks and gettin' it started |
| So grab all your friends and tell everybody |
| The smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some) |
| I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequila |
| I’ll break out my guitar under the stars |
| And sing you some Oh My Maria |
| Yeah, we got a handle of Tito’s just me and all my amigos |
| Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road |
| On the way to the spot only we know |
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence |
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in |
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah |
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright |
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio |
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road |
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out |
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south |
| Break it down like, like, like |
| And the drums go |
| Break it down, hey |
| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence |
| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in |
| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah |
| And we gon' get you feelin' alright |
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio |
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road |
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out |
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south |
| Break it down like, like, like (One more time, like) |
| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio |
| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road |
| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out |
| That’s how we do it in the dirty south |
| Break it down like, like, like |
| Ah, that country gold, ah |
| Country gold |