All Dogs Go To Hell

Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida

And everybody goes, "Roll Tide" up in Georgia

John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green

John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks

And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight point bucks

Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help

And I don't miss you, baby

And all dogs go to hell

Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame

I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing

Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town

I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks

And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight point bucks

Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help

And I don't miss you, baby

And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I swear I ain't on your front porch

Ain't knocking on your front door

Ain't hat in hand

Don't give a damn

And I, I don't love you anymore

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks

And fall ain't made for football and dropping eight point bucks

Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help

And I don't miss you, baby

No, I don't miss you, baby, at all

Right

And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Hey, all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh