"Price You Pay" lyrics

We rollin'? (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Alright
One, two, three, here we go

So you like all the songs on your country radio
But if you wanna sing along, there's some things you should know
It may not be for all, but if you wanna call it the dream
There's a different side of this life in the songs that we sing

Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head's gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
If she wears the jeans that you like, well, they can't help but stare
And I ain't one to judge, I ain't sayin' what's right or what's wrong
That's the price that you pay for livin' a country song

Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head's gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
She wears the jeans that you like, well, them guys gonna stare
I ain't one to judge, I ain't sayin' what's right or what's wrong
That's the price that you pay for livin' a country song
But I ain't one to judge, I ain't sayin' what's right or what's wrong
That's the price that you pay for livin' a country song, yeah

Okay, price boys (Woo)
Can we get a bubble?
Man, it's been a long week
Goin' down in fame
Alright