Friday night, a little town
Not much to do but ride around
And listen to the radio real loudHangin' out in cut-off jeans
Watchin' the traffic light blink
Not a lot to worry aboutThere's more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shineHey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
Where people know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine and rock 'n roll
Everybody havin' a good time, yeah, yeah, yeahWell, you might think that folks get bored
When the only thing open is a grocery store
And 32 slots down at the SonicEvery weekend they steam up
All the windows in their pick-up trucks
They still swear it's strictly platonic, yeah whateverA cloud of dust and red tail lights
Headed for the county lineHey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
Where people know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine and rock 'n roll
Everybody havin' a good time, oh yeahThere's more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shineHey, hey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
Where people know how to have a good time
(Real good time)
The barefoot, back road, cheap wine and rock 'n roll
Everybody havin' a good timeHey, hey don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
Where people know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine and rock 'n roll
Everybody havin' a good time, oh yeah