"Break Out The Rowdy" lyrics

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