It’s time, time, to trade these work boots for my drinking kind
It’s time, high time got a whole 2 days and a hell bent half a mind
To light that backyard burn pile up it’s Friday
It’s BYOB y’all point them trucks my way
Little in my pocket and a little in the bank
In a pickup picking up a pretty thing
Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string,
then come Sunday hear the church choir sing
Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler
Fill up, the gas tank and a cooler full of swollers
Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy
Stop, Pop a top it’s 5 o clock in the country
Moonshine, both kinds one with the stars and some in this jar of mine
Blue eyes, green light, me and her might slip off in them pines
and do a little
Little in my pocket and a little in the bank
In a pickup picking up a pretty thing
Tomorrow gonna have me some fish on a string,
then come Sunday hear the church choir sing
Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler
Fill up, the gas tank and a cooler full of swollers
Pull up to the party with ya clean truck muddy
Stop, Pop a top it’s 5 o clock in the country
You can count on a county line kinda good time there Sonny
It goes 1,2,3,4, 5 o clock in the country
