Lyric: Brantley Gilbert ft. Justin Moore & Thomas Rhett - Small Town Throwdown

Brantley Gilbert ft. Justin Moore & Thomas Rhett - Small Town Throwdown

Ah son, round these parts there ain't much to do
Except work like a dog on Friday, punch that clock
Cash that check, raise a little hell on Sunday
It's about that time

There's a party banging in the woods tonight
Heard it through the redneck grapevine
Got a keg of beer and a bunch of girls
Sure enough, gonna be a good time

It's a small town throw-down
It's time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down
Yeah man, it's on tonight
Right in the morning light
Crank that country up loud
It's a small town throw-down

Ow, we bout to throw it down son
Now we got a field full of daisy dukes
Round here we know how to grow em
Rocking little body and long tan legs show
Ain't scared to show em, nah

Show a little sun girl
Somebody said them city boys
Riding around looking for some trouble
What they're bringing cross that county line
You know that's gonna be a rumble

It's a small town throw-down
It's time to tall boy up, let them tailgates down
Yeah man, it's on tonight
Right in the morning light
Crank that country up loud
It's a small town throw-down