Country On The Radio lyrics - Blake Shelton

You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing

Like a broken record skipping down on main.

Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?

You know what I mean.

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine.

Juke joints, jumping on the county line.

Heard 'em sing about it a million times

But I don't mind.

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock, and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a party out in the pines

Always gonna be a shot up highway sign

Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine

From time to time

There's always gonna be people trying to run us down

Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town

I bet they'd come around

If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock, and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a part of me

Kicking back in BFE

Yeah, that's how it's always gonna be

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock, and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

Some country on the radio

As long as there's a small town

Saturday nights

Blue jean babies

Yeah, tip back your Dixie

Stealing those kisses