♪♪ ♪ Hanging out at the old park pole, right after Sunday school. ♪ ♪ Banana boat, a river flow, another summer afternoon. ♪ ♪ Bonfire at the creek tonight, bubba bring in some homemade wine. ♪ ♪ Just enough to catch a buzz and get us country fried. Oh my, my. ♪ ♪ That's just the way we do it, cut off Levi's. ♪ ♪ And kicking country music models from nowhere. ♪ ♪ There ain't no city limits, that's where you're gonna find. ♪ ♪ Just having a small town, big time. ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Population 903, half of them are kin to me. ♪ ♪ And those that ain't, they know my name, we're like one big family. ♪ ♪ Gather at that old campsite, to lie about the fish and their size. ♪ ♪ Uncle Carl and his old guitar singing Louisiana, Saturday night. Oh my, my. ♪ ♪ That's just the way we do it, cut off Levi's. ♪ ♪ And kicking country music models from nowhere. ♪ ♪ There ain't no city limits, that's where you're gonna find. ♪ ♪ Just having a small town, big time. ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh my, my. That's just the way we do it, cut off Levi's. ♪ ♪ And kicking country music models from nowhere. ♪ ♪ There ain't no city limits, that's where you're gonna find. ♪ ♪ Just having a small town, big time. ♪ ♪ A small town, big time. ♪ ♪♪