You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin´ like a diamond
Game change when the rain came
And we took it down a backroad
Georgia clay, mud hole
That´s how these boys roll

Now its late night, underneath the moonlight
Everybody´s feelin´ right and sippin´ on a Bud light
Go on drop your tailgate, turn up the radio
I´m a buil on bonfire, you cann make yourself at home

Kick back, relax, you know we just a brunch of hillbillies
Tip back your cup of Jack and throw your hands up with me

Chorus :
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
But hey, baby that´s alright
It´z our backwoods bondock roots
It´z just what we do, it´z just what we do
Hey, ain´t no way to make this up
When it´s runnin´ through your blood
There ain´t no hidin´ the truth
It´z just what we do, it´z just what we do
Yeah, it´z just what we do

You see Tommy called Jenny and Jenny gonna call the hotties
Tell ´em bout the party so don´t forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on, your love on all night long
And if you play your hand right,
You won´t have to go home alone
Six-string pickin´, solo cup sippin´, when the moments right
Grab your phone and get them digits

Crankin´ that Bocephus, we all good to Jesus
Come Sunday mornin´ that preacher he bout to preach it

Kick back relax and pass the goodtime moonshine
Who brought the party, damn that wa