"Somebody's Gotta Be Country" lyrics

I still chew a little "Red Man"
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say "Yes, ma'am"
Gas up my four wheel drive

I keep Alan Jackson playing on the radio
Where did all the good old boys go?

Somebody's gotta party 'til the stars burn out
Wear some wore-out boots in a high-class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be country in this town

Yeah, I take up two spots
'Cause my truck don't fit
And I represent the map dot
Every chance I get
No, my dirt-road heart won't every be paved
Am I the only one these days

Who still likes to party 'til the stars burn out
Wear some wore-out boots in a high-class crowd?
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town

Keep a Zebco in the toolbox
Keep it retro on the jukebox

Yeah, somebody's gotta back up traffic on an old John Deere
Drink a center console ice-cold beer
And keep that old-school hanging around
Somebody's gotta be country

Somebody's gotta party 'til the starts burn out
Wear some wore-out boots in a high-class crowd
All my rowdy buddies keep settlin' down
Somebody's gotta be country in this town
Somebody's gotta be country
Somebody's gotta be country in this town

Somebody's gotta be
I reckon that's me