Yeah Yeah Lyrics

We're the bad boys from the dirty south,
We're the southern boys, your mamma didn't tell you about
We got the hottest daisy dukes callin' out our names
And the muddy Mississippi runnin' through our veins
Like hound dogs, howl at the moon
Shoot a buck shot with me and you'll be howlin' too
Grab my 12 gauge, I pop a stop sign
I rock my camo hat, cocked to the side
Na na, na na na , yeah yeah, na na na na na na

My pick up truck, is a hand me down
You know exactly who it is when I roll through town
Cuz I blow smoke, and when the smoke clears,
There's only us rednecks standin' here
Come on rock them skirts, yea yea,
Come on rock them braids, yea yea
Come on rock that work, yea yea
Come and rock that country music
Rock them trucks, yea yea
Come on rock them boots, yea yea
Come on rock it up, yea yea
This is how we do it
Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na

I drive my truck down the back roads with my back hoe
I peel out throwin' gravel on your front door
Sweet home, ringtone on my cell phone I'm rebel downloaded
I hit main street, the sheriff sees me
Turned his lights on, he calls the deputy
But it's too late, I hit the V8
Down the interstate, don't cowboy hate!
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We're the only bulls in a herd of cows
With long enough horns to go around
We like pasture parties, out on the farm
And if you wanna hit the hay, you can use my barn
We got our pay checks, and we're ready
To blow it on the ladies
And if they're lookin' real fine they can have our time
And if there's more than one they got to stand in line
Rock them skirts, yea yea,
Come on rock them braids, yea yea
Come on rock that work, yea yea
Rock that country music
Rock them trucks, yea yea
Come on rock them boots, yea yea
Come on rock it up, yea yea
This is how we do it
Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na

I like bright lights, and big ole cities
I like small towns and buttered grits
I like my steaks, country fried
And this is where I'll be till the day I die
Come on rock them skirts, yea yea,
Come on rock them braids, yea yea
Come on rock that work, yea yea
Rock that country music
Rock them trucks, yea yea
Come on rock them boots, yea yea
Come on rock it up, yea yea
This is how we do it
Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na