Dirty for Weeks

Yeah (ooh)

Here we go

Round 'em up, darn her, let's go

Ooh (Jawga Boyz)

The feet hangin' off the dock, flip-flops and no socks

A little Johnny Cash singin' out from the box

Lovin' life and sittin' under the Georgia sun

A straw hat and ripped jeans, man, I'm gettin' it done

With the bamboo pole in my Dixie cup

Laid back, I'm feelin' good and just livin' it up

So, everybody gather round and gather round, get down

I said, "We'll drop until they're bated many miles from the town"

Throwin' whole trees on the bonfire blaze

I said I wore the same jeans for 'bout three days

I got 'em rolled up halfway up my shin

So do my next of kin, you can call me "Huck Finn"

Yodel-ay-hee, yodel-ay-hee, skip it around the field

I'm lovin' the aroma, I'm comin' up from the grills

And we country folks do our country things, low slang

So kick your feet up, now everybody's sayin'

Get out your truck and let's go for a ride

Down the dirt roads where the mud gets high

Call up the bold and tell 'em that it's on

They'd better come quick before the beer's all gone

There's trucks gettin' stuck with mud up to the door

The girl's in the back screamin', "Give it some more"

We got the pill to their thought, steppin' out with our feet

And when we get done, it stays dirty for weeks

Yeah, when we get done and stay dirty for weeks

I don't wash the mud off, 'cause I want you to see

How would it be in the '88 to the J-Town

We jacked up the trucks, then it's time to get down

Madison County, Jackson County and Banks County fool

Tie the root from the hedge and pull it, I need it, too

Through the mud, we don't need no lake to have fun

Give me some Bud Light, duct tape and a gun

Still extreme, baby, with a couple of bottle rockets

Like the fuse, I pointed out the window and watched it

Okay, well, maybe not and never mind

Let's be all responsible, where's the moonshine

We're gettin' crazy, it's insane