You ever wondered why
country songs say
the same old thing
Like a broken record
skipping down on main
Pretty girls pickups
and cut-offjeans
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