Bright red solo cups layin' in the yard Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy Jimmy shootin' whiskey, Johnny shootin' at the stars, uh Sweet home Alabama, on an attitude guitar, ayy 88 Chevy with some rust on it Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? Cinder blocks holdin' up them whips Uh, BMX bikes with the grips I went to high school with half of these heathens and it's a small town Ain't nobody leavin', yeah, it's a rough crowd But them my kinda people, we goin' all out We don't need a reason to turn up, get down Clock in, clock out, work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right, that's life, that's life Livin' on the county line, ooh, ooh, ooh Livin' on the county line Grandma smokin' cigarettes, she just got out of jail, uh Grandpa got a girlfriend and he told me not to tell, uh Preacher on the corner say we all gon' go to hell Everybody got their secrets, we don't keep them to ourselves We drink the water from the tap, blow on the unemployment check Don't got no shirt up on our backs, only a cross around our necks We don't sugarcoat nothin', we stayin' with our chest I bring home the bacon, let mama do the rest I went to high school with half of these heathens and it's a small town Ain't nobody leavin', yeah, it's a rough crowd But them my kinda people, we goin' all out We don't need a reason to turn up, get down Clock in, clock out, work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right, that's life, that's life Livin' on the county line, ooh, ooh, ooh Livin' on the county line, ooh, ooh, ooh Livin' on the county line We got three from the Kroger and a hour from the mall Throwin' parties in the summer, throwin' touchdowns in the fall If we need a little somethin', somethin', we know who to call We don't gotta see the world, we already seen it all I went to high school with half of these heathens and it's a small town Ain't nobody leavin', yeah, it's a rough crowd But them my kinda people, we goin' all out We don't need a reason to turn up, get down Clock in, clock out, work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right, that's life, that's life Livin' on the county line, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh I got county lines, small tiny bods I got hella cousins on the southern side I got family times with some scary guys I got rowdy friends, but I handle mine I be out in trouble for the most part Big heart if you search hard I be out late every so often But I'm in the pew when the church starts