Friday night, little town Not much to do but ride around And listen to the radio real loud Hangin' out in cut-off jeans Watchin' the traffic lights blink Not a lot to worry about There's more to this world than big city lights A small town is where the stars really shine Hey, hey, don't you know Out in the country where the wild weeds grow People know how to have a good time Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll Everybody havin' a good time Yeah, yeah, yeah Well you might think that folks get bored When the only thing open is a grocery store And 32 slots down at the sonic Every weekend they steam up All the windows in their pick-up trucks They still swear it's strictly platonic A cloud of dust and red tail lights Headed for the county line Hey, hey, don't you know Out in the country where the wild weeds grow People know how to have a good time Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll Everybody havin' a good time Yeah, yeah, yeah There's more to this world than big city lights A small town is where the stars really shine Hey, hey, don't you know Out in the country where the wild weeds grow People know how to have a good time Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll Everybody havin' a good time Yeah, yeah, yeah Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com