Yeah Yeah

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    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

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    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!
    Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na

    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

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    Composición: Chris Lucas

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