Ooh, ooh, ah
Bright red Solo cups layin in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleepin underneath the car, ayy
Jimmy shootin whiskey, Johnny shootin at the stars, uh
Sweet Home Alabama on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy
88 Chevy with some rust on it skrrt
Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? Yeah
Cinder blocks holdin up them whips up them whips, uh
BMX bikes with the grips with the grips
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And its a small town, aint nobody leavin
Yeah, its a rough crowd, but theyre my kinda people
We goin all out, we dont need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
Thats us, thats life, uh
Livin on the county line
Ooh, ooh, ah
Livin on the county line
Grandma smokin cigarettes, she just got out of jail, uh
Grandpa got a girlfriend, and he told me not to tell, uh
Preacher on the corner say we all gon go to hell
Everybody got their secrets, we dont keep em to ourselves
We drinkin water from the tap, blowin the unemployment check
Dont got no shirt up on our backs, only across around our necks
We dont sugarcoat nothin nah, we say it with our chest
I bring home the bacon, let mama do the rest
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And its a small town, aint nobody leavin
Yeah, its a rough crowd, but theyre my kind of people
We goin all out, we dont need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
Thats us, thats life, uh
Livin on the county line
Ooh, ooh, ah
Livin on the county line
Ooh, ooh, ah
Livin on the county line
We like 30 from the Kroger and a hour from the mall
Throwin parties in the summer, throwin touchdowns in the fall
If we need a little somethin somethin, we know who to call
We dont gotta see the world, we already seen it all
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And its a small town, aint nobody leavin
Yeah, its a rough crowd, but theyre my kind of people
We goin all out, we dont need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
Thats us, thats life, uh
Livin on the county line
Ooh, ooh, ah
Ooh, ooh, ah
I got county lines though Im towny vibes
I got hella cousins on the southern side
I got family ties with some scary guys
I got rowdy friends, but I handle mine
I be outta trouble for the most part
Big heart if you search hard
I be out late every so often
But Im in the pew when the church start