I got the truck all backed up,
gear in the back all fueled up,
ready to go.
Got the music pumping,
dashboard thumping,
man,
we ready to roll.
When we get to the spot,
crack a can,
twist the top,
we're heading down to the show.
Where everybody's dancing,
cheering on the band,
screaming,
play the little Thunder Rolls.
Come on,
get your hats on,
your tie spinning,
dusting your lungs,
that's country living at a hold down.
At a hold down.
Get a little cold beer at 9.30,
sun's getting hot and your boots all dirty.
At a hold down.
We're getting out of town,
we're heading for a hold down.
When the sun goes down and the shots come out,
everybody gets singing along.
Got the old blue jeans and the torn up t-shirt,
we ain't ever wanna go home.
Like the fire in the drum,
we'll be there in the mud from the dusk on the way to the dawn.
Where everybody's dancing,
cheering on the band,
screaming,
play the little Timber Crawls.
Come on,
get your hats on,
your tie spinning,
dusting your lungs,
that's country living at a hold down.
At a hold down.
Get a little cold beer at 9.30,
sun's getting hot and your boots all dirty.
At a hold down.
We're getting out of town,
we're heading for a hold down.
At a hold down, down, down, down, down.
down gather round now we'll sing it real loud
It's cold beer and I'm thirty Sun's
getting hot and your boots are pretty
I don't hold down We're getting out of town
We're heading for a hold down
I don't hold down,
down,
down,
down I don't hold down,
down,
down,
down
We're heading for a hold down