Small Town Throwdown Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

Aw son

Around these parts ain′t much to do
Except work like a dog 'til Friday
Punch that clock, cash that check
Raise a little hell ′til Sunday
'Bout that time

There's a party back 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 throwdown
It′s time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down
And man, it's on tonight, ridin′ 'til the morning light
Crank that country up loud, it′s a small town throwdown

Oh, we 'bout to throwdown, son

Now we got a field full of daisy dukes
Round here we know how to grow ′em
Rockin' little body and long tan legs
Sure ain't scared to show ′em, no


Show a little somethin′, girl

Somebody said them city boys
Ridin' around lookin′ for some trouble
If they bring it 'cross that county line
You know there′s gonna be a rumble

It's a small town throwdown
It′s time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down
And man, it's on tonight, ridin' ′til the morning light
Crank that country up loud, it′s a small town throwdown

C'mon

It′s a small town throwdown
It's time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down
And man, it′s on tonight, ridin' ′til the morning light
Crank that country up loud, it's a small town throwdown

It's a small town throwdown
It′s time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down
And man, it′s on tonight, ridin' ′til the morning light
Crank that country up loud, it's a small town throwdown
It′s a small town throwdown

That's country