[Verse 1]
Clock hits five, throw the toolbox down
Dust cloud chasing my tailgate out of town
Cooler in the bed, jars clinking in a crate
Gravel in my teeth, can’t wait, can’t wait
[Chorus]
We get drunk on that backwoods moonshine
Mason jars up, yeah, we’re feelin’ just fine (oh yeah)
Mud on the tires, let the roosters fly
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night
Loud mouths laughing, stars for a neon sign
Heartbeats racing that county line
If you ain’t here, then you ain’t doing it right
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night
[Verse 2]
Side-by-sides lined on the old creek bank
Engines growl low like a thunder tank
Buddy’s got cans on a fence post row
Smoke from the barrel and a “watch this” show (hey!)
[Chorus]
We get drunk on that backwoods moonshine
Mason jars up, yeah, we’re feelin’ just fine
Mud on the tires, let the roosters fly
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night
Bonfire blazing, boots in the firelight
Shot shells rattling in the tailgate light
If you ain’t here, then you ain’t doing it right
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night
[Bridge]
Barefoot dancing in a puddle of clay
Somebody yells “race” and we’re sideways
Headlights spinning, my head’s spinning too
That jar and you got me seeing two
[Chorus]
We get drunk on that backwoods moonshine
Mason jars up, yeah, we’re feelin’ just fine
Mud on the tires, let the roosters fly
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night
Last jar empty, still holding on tight
Arms ‘round friends in the smoke and the moonlight
If you ain’t here, then you ain’t doing it right
Living like a hillbilly on a Friday night (Friday night)