Somebody's Gotta Be Country

I still chew a little Red Man
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say yes ma'am
Gas up my 4-wheel drive
I keep Alan Jackson playing on the radio
Where did all the good ole boys go

Somebody's gotta party till the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high-class crowd
All my running buddies keep settlin down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be country in this town

Yeah, I take up two spots
Cause my truck don't fit
And I represent the map dot
Every chance I get
No, my dirt road heart won't ever be paved
Am I the only one these days

Who still likes to party till the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high-class crowd
All my running buddies keep settlin down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town

Keep a zebco, in the toolbox
Keep it retro, on the jukebox

Yeah, somebody's gotta back up traffic on an old John Deere
Drink a center console ice cold beer
And keep that old school hangin around
Somebody's gotta be country

Somebody's gotta party till the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high-class crowd
All my running buddies keep settlin down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be country
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be
I reckon that's me