If a kick drum going thump-thump Don't turn you on Then turn around and take it back to town Better sit this one out I'll warn you, son, it's about to get loud If some tailgatin', a little hell-raisin' A lot of misbehaving To Cash and Waylon's your kind of thing Dust off your crazy, call up your baby Tell her get her pretty on Twist off the lid and take a big swig Of hell yeah, the work week's gone Put on your kicks 'til the sun comes up Put your boot on the gas of that pickup truck Skip out of town like you broke out of county Crank it up, son, and break out the rowdy If you been feelin' handcuffed, chained up Fenced in from that fifty hour week, just workin' overtime 'Bout to lose your mind, or draw the line Straight here and then it's party time Dust off your crazy, call up your baby Tell her get her pretty on Twist off the lid and take a big swig Of hell yeah, the work week's gone Put on your kicks 'til the sun comes up Put your boot on the gas of that pickup truck Skip out of town like you broke out of county Crank it up, son, and break out the rowdy Dust off your crazy Call up your baby Dust off your crazy, call up your baby Tell her get her pretty on Twist off the lid and take a big swig Of hell yeah, the work week's gone Put on your kicks 'til the sun comes up Put your boot on the gas of that pickup truck Skip out of town like you broke out of county Crank it up, son, and break out the rowdy Skip out of town like you broke out of county Crank it up, son, and break out the rowdy