Letras
We like our guitars turned up loud
In a field on a farm outside of town
We're Springsteen brats in John Deere hats
Denim and tattoos
And we love our Strats through Marshall stacks
And we love our fiddle too
Heavy on the Chevy, light on the beer
Backbeat steady keeping time out here
Out in the sticks, right at home where the wild things grow
We're AC/DC, we love George Jones
Turned up to eleven down an old back road
We were raised on country, red dirt rock 'n' roll
We party hard and pray for rain
Born with rebel reverb in our veins
We're four on the floor in a four-by-four
Everywhere we go
And if we get lost in an old sad song
We just blame it on the radio
Oh, heavy on the Chevy, light on the beer
Backbeat steady keeping time out here
Out in the sticks, right at home where the wild things grow
We're AC/DC, we love George Jones
Turned up to eleven down an old back road
We were raised on country, red dirt rock 'n' roll
Mama raised me a little crazy
Marching to a heavy drum
Like a Mustang, like a fast train
I was born to run
Oh, heavy on the Chevy, light on the beer
Backbeat steady keeping time out here
Out in the sticks, right at home where the wild things grow
We're AC/DC, we love George Jones
Turned up to eleven down an old back road
We were raised on country (red dirt)
And we're keeping it country (red dirt)
We were raised on country, red dirt rock 'n' roll
Red dirt rock 'n' roll
Red dirt rock 'n' roll