Lyric Havin A Good Time

Friday night, little town
Not much to do but ride around
And listen to the radio real loud
Hangin out in cut-off jeans
Watchin the traffic lights blink
Not a lot to worry about
There s more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shine

Hey, hey, don t you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well you might think that folks get bored
When the only thing open is a grocery store
And 32 slots down at the sonic
Every weekend they steam up
All the windows in their pick-up trucks
They still swear it s strictly platonic
A cloud of dust and red tail lights
Headed for the county line

Hey, hey, don t you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

There s more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shine

Hey, hey, don t you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah