Текст Easton Corbin – Somebody’s Gotta Be Country

I slipped you a little red man
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say yes ma’am
Gas up my four wheel drive

Somebody’s gotta party til the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin’ down
Somebody’s gotta be country in this town
Somebody’s gotta country in this town

Yeah I take up two spots
Cause my truck don’t fit
And I represent the math God
Every chance I get
No my dirt road heart won’t every be paved
Am I the only one these days

Who still likes to party til the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy 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 hanging around
Somebody’s gotta be country

Somebody’s gotta party til the starts burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin’ down