5:00 in the Country

It's time, time

To trade these work boots for my playin' kind

It's time, high time

Got a whole two days and a hellbent half a mind

To light that backyard burn pile up, it's Friday

It's BYOB, y'all point them trucks my way

Little in my pocket and a little in the bank

In a pickup, pickin' up a pretty thing

Tomorrow, gonna have me some fish on a string

Then come Sunday, hear the church choir sing

Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler

Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers

Pull up to the party with your clean truck muddy

Stop, pop a top, it's five o'clock in the country

Oh, yeah

Moonshine, both kinds

One with the stars and some in this jar of mine

Blue eyes, green light

Me and her might slip off in them pines

And do a little

Little in my pocket and a little in the bank

In a pickup, pickin' up a pretty thing

Tomorrow, gonna have me some fish on a string

Then come Sunday, hear the church choir sing

Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler

Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers

Pull up to the party with your clean truck muddy

Stop, pop a top, it's five o'clock in the country

Hey

Saw on it now

You can count on a county line kinda good time there, sonny

It goes one, two, three, four, five o'clock in the country

Little in my pocket and a little in the bank

In a pickup, pickin' up a pretty thing

Tomorrow, gonna have me some fish on a string

Then come Sunday, hear the church choir sing (Woah)

Get up, everybody from the hill to the holler (Get up, get up)

Fill up your gas tank and a cooler full of swallers (Woah)

Pull up to the party with your clean truck muddy

Stop, pop a top, it's five o'clock in the country

Oh, tick-tock, baby