There's a barn door in Ohio with my initials painted on it By a high school bot that wanted my first kiss
There's a girl in Pennsylvania getiin' ready for a date Wearin' cowboy boots and cowgirl red lip stick
There's a farmer in Nebraska right now gettin' on his tractor Singing Toby Keith along with his head phones
There's a redneck in Indiana with a camoflauge bandana And he's sittin' in a tree stand all day long
It's the music of the people And it ain't just for some They might make it down in Nashville But it speaks to everyone
We might be a little North of Dixie But we still drink that Tennessee whiskey Throw up your hands and sing if your with me We got the bass and you got the fiddle Boys it ain't a race lets meet in the middle Line up the Jack if you wanna get tipsy Let's get down ya'll (down ya'll)
There's a party in Wisconsin Every Friday night in Green Bay Where blur collar boys and girls drink Apple Pie
They drive trucks in Boulder In the winter when it's colder And they know how to get that Rocky Mountain high
We love them Carolina ladies Nothin' sweetier than a Georgia peach Ain't got no redneck riviera But we heard Jersey's got a beach
We might be a little North of Dixie But we still drink that Tennessee whiskey Throw up your hands and sing if your with me We got the bass and you got the fiddle Boys it ain't a race lets meet in the middle Line up the Jack if you wanna get tipsy Let's get down ya'll (down ya'll)
We might be a little North of Dixie But we still drink that Tennessee whiskey Throw up your hands and sing if your with me We got the bass and you got the fiddle Boys it ain't a race lets meet in the middle Line up the Jack if you wanna get tipsy Let's get down ya'll (down ya'll) I said let's get down ya'll (down ya'll)