Small Town Moon

Ain’t no one around in this hillbilly town
Once 9 o clock comes everybody shuts down
While we’re up to no good smoking in the woods
Rolling through the fields and kicking up mud

The girls are pulling in with all their girlfiriends
Keg in the backseat
Put some gas on the fire let’s go

When the night comes down the kids come out
Hold a drink to the sky with a backwoods howl
Little good time moonshine letting those demons loose
Now we go crazy we go wild
On a stamp of a city a square 3 miles
We tend to find trouble when there’s nothing else to do
Blame it on a small town moon

Couple tractors on the farm stole ‘em from the barn
Two guys playing chicken for one girl’s heart
What they don’t know is she’s already sold
On the boy on the bridge painting their names over payton rd

There’s a 1000 dollar fine “No Swimming” sign
Down at the quarry
Throw your clothes on the rocks
Let’s go

Now we go crazy we go wild
On a stamp of a city a square 3 miles
We tend to find trouble when there’s nothing else to do
Blame it on a small town moon