Rayne Johnson - Country Up lyrics

[Intro] Woo, come on [Verse 1] If you're sittin' in traffic after work And you wanna get your wheels rollin' in the dirt Trade your little toy car for a pickup truck And, huh, country up Well, if you're sick of that high-dollar red wine Why don't you trade it in for a cold Busch Light? Get you a boondock buzz And join the club (Country up) [Chorus] Country up your drink, your boots, your ride Put a 4x4 in your Friday night Find a field or a river or a honky tonk Put a camo Bass Pro snapback on Put some dip in your lip, "y'all" in your drawl A little No. 7 down in your cup And country up Country up [Verse 2] Now, ladies, if a man in tight jeans just ain't your thing Why don't you try some Wranglers with a Copenhagen ring He'll be all, "Yes, ma'am," with a fresh hair cut Talkin' party in the back and business in the front [Chorus] Country up your drink, your boots, your ride Put a 4x4 in your Friday night Find a field or a river or a honky tonk Get your Lucchese two-steppin' dancin' on Put some dip in your lip, "y'all" in your drawl A little No. 7 down in your cup And country up And country up [Birdge] Now flip that dial to a country station Get old Mеrle Haggard or the Georgе Strait singin' That good, good stuff And crank that country up [Chorus] Country up your drink, your boots, your ride Put a 4x4 in your Friday night Find a field or a river or a honky tonk Do all the redneck hillbilly sh*t you want Put some dip in your lip, "y'all" in your drawl A little No. 7 down in your cup And country up (Country up) And country up And country up Country up (Country up)