Holler

Cold cans in the blue boxes

Earl Dibbles on the boombox and

A-frame on a Chevy rockin' side to side

Mud grip on a dirt road

Couple buddies saying let's go

Gonna burn that barn right down to the ground tonight

Raise 'em up to the sky

If you're tryna throw down

Give a little country faded, take it way on out

Park your truck in the line

If you're looking for a buzz

And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler

Holler

Doubled up rockin' two flags

Yee-yee, ol' glory strapped

To the top of the head rack

Rolling in the night

Tin can full of kerosene

Pour it out on a pile of trees

Step back, strike a match

And watch that Friday night

Raise 'em up to the sky

If you're tryna throw down

Give a little country faded, take it way on out

Park your truck in the line

If you're looking for a buzz

And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler

Holler

Holler

Holler

Ha, ha, it's Earl Dibbles Jr., yee-yee

Hey, y'all listen to this

I'm 'bout to get the fuse lit

Crack a can, take a long sip

Red Man get the pouch ripped

Got a whole thing, a pack in both lips

Jumping up on a tailgate

Poppin' off like a 12-gauge

I don't care what a city boy say

We where the party is

And that's damn right (yee-yee)

Raise 'em up to the sky

If you're tryna throw down

Give a little country faded, take it way on out

Park your truck in the line

If you're looking for a buzz

And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler

Raise 'em up to the sky

If you're tryna throw down

Give a little country faded, take it way on out

Park your truck in the line

If you're looking for a buzz

And the girls in love with the boys in the blue collars, holler