Alright
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck jack it up big time
Lift kit chrome tips spit shinin like a diamond
Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road
Georgia clay mudhole that's how these boys roll
Now it's late night underneath the moonlight
Errybody's feelin right sippin on a bud light
Go on drop yo' tailgate turn up your radio
I'm a build a bonfire you can make yourself at home
Kick back relax you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me
Hey we might look a little crazy tonight hey baby that's alright
It's our backwoods boondock roots it's just what we do
It's just what we do
Hey ain't no way to make this up when it's runnin through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth it's just what we do
It's just what we do
Yeah it's just what we do
You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties tell em bout the party
So don't forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on and your love on all night long
And if you play your hand right you won't have to go home alone
Six string pickin solo cup sippin and when the moments right grab ya phone and get them digits
Crankin that Bocephus we all good with Jesus
Come Sunday morning that preacher he bout to preach it
Kick back relax and pass the good time moonshine
Who brought the party? Damn that was Florida Georgia Line
Hey we might look a little crazy tonight hey baby that's alright
It's our backwoods boondock roots it's just what we do
It's just what we do
Hey ain't no way to make this up when it's runnin through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth it's just what we do
It's just what we do
Yeah it's just what we do
