...I'd probably be Jason Aldean. Here's a video clip to Hicktown, and below is the set of lyrics that go with it. I've never owned a cowboy hat or a pair of boots, but perhaps I should start lookin'. Yee-haw!
You like the way that sounds?
Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin’ up his Bronco
He’s gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
All the girls are getting’ pretty sprayin’ on the White Rain
Yeah they’re gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game Yeah
(Ch.) We let it rip when we got the money Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that’s the way we get down In a Hicktown
Well you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles
And his woman’s’ smokin’ Pall Mall’s watchin’ Laura Ingles
And Granny’s getting’ lit she’s headin’ out to bingo
Yeah my buddies and me are goin’ muddin’ down on Blue Hole Road
You know You know
(Br.) We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio
Yeah in a Hicktown Oh we aint finished yet
We got you’re country boys and you’re redneck girls
It’s the party heard round the world Right here in Hicktown Yeah In Hicktown
The whole town’s gettin’ down
2 comments:
Does this mean you are embracing rurality? Come on, just give in. You're surrounded by it - and it ain't so bad.
I may live and work in the big city of Bloomington, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten my Springville roots. The old saying with a slight twist is, "you can get the boy out of the country, but you can't get the country out of the boy". This guy also sings a song called Amarillo Sky that may be akin to your agrarian heart, so check it out. A couple other tunes you may like by him are Asphalt Cowboy and Why. Plus, he's a cowboy with BOTH ears pierced. Imagine that.
Post a Comment