"3 Kings" lyrics

Skoal ring poppin' out of Wrangler jean pockets
Grab a light for the porch where the neon's rockin'
And the jukebox quarters get to rattlin' and droppin'
For some Strait "Friday Night Fever"
We're all a bunch of down home, ice cold
Party all night, long neck believers, and

King George, King Ranch, King James
If you're raised up on it
Then you know what I mean
The road out world runs around three things
King George, King Ranch, King James

We clean up real pretty but our boots get dirty
And our Saturday nights get a little bit blurry
But lord have mercy we still show up early
With our hats all prayin' in the Sunday pew
Don't know much about a whole lot of things
But 'round here we know enough about a few

King George, King Ranch, King James
If you're raised up on it
Then you know what I mean
The road out world runs around three things
King George, King Ranch, King James

Know "Amarillo By Morning"
How to haul in an F-250
Know the good book
Down to the red letter grandmama crossed, it's John 3:16
Yeah

King George, King Ranch, King James
Ain't rough don't fix it
Keep it same 'ol same
We are who we are and we like it that way
King George, King Ranch, King James
If you're raised up on it
Then you know what I mean
The road out world runs around three things
King George, King Ranch, King James
King George, King Ranch, King James