Alright

You know Tommy gonna trick his truck jack it up big time

Lift kit chrome tips spit shinin like a diamond

Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road

Georgia clay mudhole that's how these boys roll

Now it's late night underneath the moonlight

Errybody's feelin right sippin on a bud light

Go on drop yo' tailgate turn up your radio

I'm a build a bonfire you can make yourself at home

Kick back relax you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies

Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me

Hey we might look a little crazy tonight hey baby that's alright

It's our backwoods boondock roots it's just what we do

It's 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's just what we do

It's just what we do

Yeah it's just what we do

You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties tell em bout the party

So don't forget the Bacardi

Time to get your buzz on and 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 and when the moments right grab ya phone and get them digits

Crankin that Bocephus we all good with Jesus

Come Sunday morning that preacher he bout to preach it

Kick back relax and pass the good time moonshine

Who brought the party? Damn that was Florida Georgia Line

Hey we might look a little crazy tonight hey baby that's alright

It's our backwoods boondock roots it's just what we do

It's 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's just what we do

It's just what we do

Yeah it's just what we do