(Ooh, ooh, ah)
Bright red Solo cups layin' in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy
Jimmy shootin' whiskey, Johnny shootin' at the stars, uh
"Sweet Home Alabama" on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy
'88 Chevy with some rust on it (Skrrt)
Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? (Yeah)
Cinder blocks holdin' up them whips (Up them whips), uh
BMX bikes with the grips (With the grips)
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin'
Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
Livin' on the county line
Grandma smokin' cigarettes, she just got out of jail, uh
Grandpa got a girlfriend and he told me not to tell, uh
Preacher on the corner say we all gon' go to hell
Everybody got their secrets, we don't keep 'em to ourselves
We drinkin' water from the tap, blowin' the unemployment check
Don't got no shirt up on our backs, only a cross around our necks
We don't sugarcoat nothin' (Nah), we say it with our chest
I bring home the bacon, let Mama do the rest
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin'
Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
Livin' on the county line
We like thirty from the Kroger and a hour from the mall
Throwin' parties in the summer, throwin' touchdowns in the fall
If we need a little somethin' somethin', we know who to call
We don't gotta see the world, we already seen it all
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin'
Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to
Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
(Ooh, ooh, ah)
I got county lines though I'm towny vibes
I got hella cousins on the southern side
I got family ties with some scary guys
I got rowdy friends, but I handle mine
I be outta trouble for the most part
Big heart if you search hard
I be out late every so often
But I'm in the pew when the church starts
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