Blake Shelton - Country On The Radio Lyrics

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Blake Shelton - Country On The Radio Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing Like a broken record skipping down on main. Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans? You know what I mean. Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine. Juke joints, jumping on the county line. Heard 'em sing about it a million times But I don't mind. As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that slide guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we rock, and that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio There's always gonna be a party out in the pines Always gonna be a shot up highway sign Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine From time to time There's always gonna be people trying to run us down Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town I bet they'd come around If they came on down As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that slide guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we rock, and that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio There's always gonna be a part of me Kicking back in BFE Yeah, that's how it's always gonna be As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night Blue jean babies in the full moonlight Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars Every time you hear that slide guitar And your baby's on the tailgate And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait That's how we rock, and that's how we roll As long as there's country on the radio Some country on the radio As long as there's a small town Saturday nights Blue jean babies Yeah, tip back your Dixie Stealing those kisses

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You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing
Like a broken record skipping down on main.
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?

You know what I mean.

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine.
Juke joints, jumping on the county line.
Heard 'em sing about it a million times
But I don't mind.

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a party out in the pines
Always gonna be a shot up highway sign
Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine
From time to time

There's always gonna be people trying to run us down
Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town
I bet they'd come around
If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a part of me
Kicking back in BFE
Yeah, that's how it's always gonna be

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

Some country on the radio
As long as there's a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealing those kisses