[Verse 1: Ira Dean]
Chicken fried, finger lickin', kick back, six pack and ribs on the barbecue
A boom box beatin' out a banjo thumpin' on a backwoods barefoot tune
The girls on the hood, foot printing up the paint, shake shakin' everything they've got
It's your typical Saturday night in the life of a little town time forgot

[Chorus]
With the streets rolled up, when the sun goes down
Where the old turn in 'round half past ten the young sneak out
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here

[Verse 2: Ira Dean]
Yeah, way out here where the only skyscrapers are the grain elevators and the water tower
Where the only night life that you're likely to find is a bovine chewin' on a wildflower
The crickets and frogs and old hound dogs turn in early out here in the sticks
It takes a whole lotta hillbilly innovation to keep from goin' crazy quick

[Chorus]
With the streets rolled up (with the streets rolled up), when the sun goes down (the sun goes down)
Where the old turn in 'bout half past ten the young sneak out (and the young sneak out)
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
Make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Woo, oh yeah
Play it Troy
[Verse 3: Colt Ford]
Well if you hang around here, I'm gon' be some cow tippin' beer
Sippin' hillbilly hotty body lookin' like bam
Grampy in the nightgown, dancin' for the whole town
Chief of police lookin' at him like damn
When there's a whole lotta nothin' country folks make something
Got the moonshine pumpin' and the stereo bumpin'
Everybody juke jivin', buzzin' like a bee hivin'
'Cause there ain't that much to do tell 'em Ira

[Chorus]
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Yeah it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here
With the streets rolled up, no it don't take much
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here