Party Up lyrics - Chase Rice (feat. Colt Ford)

We gonna melt some ice
We gonna roll the dice 
We gonna slip and slide into paradise 
We gonna grind some gears
We gonna ring some ears
We gonna drink some beers 
'Til they disappear 

Turn the party up 
Drink the good times down
Little buzz in a cup 
Will hit ya get ya space bound
Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me 
Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy 
And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven
Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's 
Get highhhhhhhhh hiiggghhhhh
Gonna kill another 6 pack just to watch it die
Turn the party up up up 
Turn the party up up up

Hey pretty girl tell me what you think
This country boy pour you a drink
Crank this party up and let's ride
Miles of moonlight by my side 
Old dirt roads go straight to heaven 
Forget tomorrow tonight were living 
Crank this party up to eleven 
Forget tomorrow tonight we

Turn the party up 
Drink the good times down
Little buzz in a cup 
Will hit ya get ya space bound
Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me 
Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy 
And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven
Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's 
Get highhhhhhhhh hiiggghhhhh
Gonna kill another 6 pack just to watch it die
Turn the party up up up 
Turn the party up up up

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Country In Ya lyrics - Chase Rice

You got that LA look
with the Hollywood swag
California tags on the Cadillac
I got the FLA dirt road attitude
I'm a talk with a drawl boy through and through smile ugh

You got the city girl with an uptown smile
Drivin this ol' boy country wild
I got a chevrolet, watch say 
We take it off the interstate
Good year, get away, 
Show you my shade of gray

How bout it baby
(Let me show you what's up,
show you backwoods crazy)
Yeah you make me 
(wanna take you for a ride
and then just maybe)
We can sip on the wine
Rock and Roll all night
Get ya off deep in these Florida pines
When you gonna
Let me put some country in ya

Yeah we can keep it on the low
if you wanna roll
Roll real fast
And kick it back slow
Just hold on tight
I'm bout to show ya right now
Just how we get down
In a tailgate town

How bout it baby
(Let me show you what's up,
show you backwoods crazy)
Yeah you make me 
(wanna take you for a ride
and then just maybe)
We can sip on the wine
Rock and Roll all night
Get ya off deep in these Florida pines
When you gonna
Let me put some country in ya

Damn Girl
Yeah, come here
Let me tell ya something 

Naw I ain't spittin game
I'm just spittin the truth
I wanna get a little redneck rowdy with you
Put it in park and jump on out 
A little kissing in the dark
With the tailgate down, c'mon

How bout it baby
(Let me show you what's up,
show you backwoods crazy)
Yeah you make me 
(wanna take you for a ride
and then just maybe)
We can sip on the wine
Rock and Roll all night
Get ya off deep in these Florida pines
Girl, when you gonna
Let me put some country in ya

Yeahh, yeah, yeah
(maybe put a little country in ya)

I said I ain't spittin game
I'm just spittin the truth
I wanna get a little redneck rowdy with you
At the end of the night I can slide up to ya
Damn, girl you looking fine with some country in ya

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Look At My Truck lyrics - Chase Rice

There's a Bible on the dash, a little to good at collecting dust
There's a shotgun on the rack, and that rearviews got a picture of us
That radio dial stays on 95.3 cause it's the only one around here that plays country

If ya want to get to get to know me it ain't that hard
It's sitting on some Goodyears there in the yard
Got some dents, got some dings, been my best friend since I was 16
Baptized in dirty water, handed down to me from my father
If ya wanna know, wanna know what I'm made of just look at my truck

That headlights still busted out from the night they tried to take my keys
And that tailgate's all rusted now, but you wouldn't believe the good times it's seen
And when the girls would come and it can haul some ass,
You'd never seen an '85 hit a hundred that fast

If ya want to get to get to know me it ain't that hard
It's sitting on some Goodyears there in the yard
Got some dents, got some dings, been my best friend since I was 16
Baptized in dirty water, handed down to me from my father
If ya wanna know, wanna know what I'm made of just look at my truck

Yeah, plenty of stop sign, birds on the power line, shot in the daylight on county road 39
Plenty of full moons, plenty of me and you, plenty of memories in the rearview

If ya want to get to get to know me it ain't that hard
It's sitting on some Goodyears there in the yard
Got some dents, got some dings, been my best friend since I was 16
Baptized in dirty water, handed down to me from my father
If ya wanna know, wanna know what I'm made of
I said if ya wanna know, wanna know what I'm made of just look at my truck

Aw yeah just look at my truck
Go on and look at my truck

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Best Beers Of Our Lives lyrics - Chase Rice

Rollin' on up in our off road rider
Sun sinking down, stars getting brighter
Fireflies dancing like free fall lighters
Set the mood for a good time nighter
Backwoods boys can't stop watching,
Them little hips swaying, swaying.
Rocking and dropping,
Bumping cans spilling, tripping, slipping, and popping,
You know us, you know we ain't stopping.

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up
Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck
We ain't going nowhere
Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care.
Here's to riding on the high life,
A little puff and a hell yeah high five
The memories, the laughs, the girls, the nights,
the best friends buzzin' on the best beers of our lives.
Yeah on the best beers of our lives.

A little country jumpin' out the radio,
A little slow groove pull her in real close.
Victoria's Secret little smoke show,
Mmm, damn, how these country girls roll (come on)

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up
Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck
We ain't going nowhere
Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care.
Here's to riding on the high life,
A little puff and a hell yeah high five
The memories, the laughs, the girls, the nights,
the best friends buzzin' on the best beers of our lives.
Yeah on the best beers of our lives.

Yeah these are our nights,
We ain't goin' nowhere.
Our time, young and we don't care
Oh yeah, here' to a sweet ride on the high life
It's such a sweet ride

So raise up your cup, come on drink it up
Let's keep this party sparking like the moon stuck
Yeah

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up
Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck
We ain't going nowhere
Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care.
Here's to riding on the high life,
A little puff and a hell yeah high five
The memories, the laughs, the girls, the nights,
the best friends buzzin' on the best beers of our lives.
Yeah on the best beers of our lives.
The best beers of our lives.
The best beers, these are the best beers,
These are the best beers,
Man, these are the best beers of our lives.

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"Dirt Road Communion" (2012)




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Dirt Road Communion lyrics - Chase Rice

When I saw her for the very first time I was 007 at the age of 9
Hiding in the backseat of my brother's brand new Jeep
There were girls dancin' in the bed of the trucks
At least the ones who weren't gettin' stuck.
Coolers, cans and cut-offs were all new to me
Well that was then, but now I'm grown and how we went that night
I still go when the weekend rolls around

I'll be gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some
Gettin' high up under the moonlight
It's a bring your own booze contribution
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion
Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around
Get so far gone we come unwound
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion
Oh, dirt road communion

It's where I got my first moonshine kiss
I could taste the cinnamon on her lips
In the front seat of my brother's ole hand-me-down jeep
Where I was baptised in rock'n'roll
Our country roots run deep in my soul
We hold one up high every single time Petty sets us free

Yeah, we're gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some
Gettin' high up under the moonlight
It's a bring your own booze contribution
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world.
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion
Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around
Get so far gone we come unwound
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion
Oh, dirt road communion

It's who we are, it's what we do
We all come from miles around
Just to do a little...

Gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some
Gettin' high up under the moonlight
It's a bring your own booze contribution
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion
Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around
Get so far gone we come unwound
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion
Dirt road communion
Oh, dirt road communion

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How She Rolls lyrics - Chase Rice

She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
Buzz from a cheap wine, first love on a tailgate
A summer night in July, bottle rocket flying high
Fire poppin', body rockin', droppin' under the moonlight.

My baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go.
She likes to get down, sippin' on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls.

She's a backwards hat, hey boys what's up
Strawberry lipstick from a Dixie cup
A quick silver tan line, riding shot gun in my truck
A charm with a peace sign around her neck for a little luck

My baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go.
She likes to get down, sippin' on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls.
That's how she rolls.

My baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Man a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go.

My baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go.
She likes to get down, sippin' on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, and that's how she rolls.

Yeah, that's how she rolls.
That's how she rolls.

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The Little Things lyrics - Chase Rice

It’s the roses just because, yet just because it’s Tuesday
And it’s lettin’ ‘er drive my truck after what she did to the tailgate
And it’s holding back her hair after one too many drinks

Yea, it’s the little things
Oh, it’s the little things

No, she doesn’t need a 4 karat diamond ring or a big house to come home to
No, she doesn’t need a Hollywood movie scene or a sunset everyday in Malibu
No, all she needs are the little things

And it’s watching that damn bachelor every Monday night
And loving her like I don’t have her can shut me up even when I’m right
And it’s playing her this new song I just wrote home in sol sick string

Yea, it’s the little things
Oh, it’s the little things

No, she doesn’t need a 4 karat diamond ring or a big house to come home to
No, she doesn’t need a Hollywood movie scene or a sunset everyday in Malibu
No, all she needs are the little things

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PBJ's & PBR's lyrics - Chase Rice

17 through 22, runnin' wild through the streets with an attitude
Down to Tiger Town Tavern and that old tin roof, thinkin' we were cool
With fake ID's and on daddy's dime
Yea we made it to class when we made the time
Hopin' usually we had a little more to minds,
Like them tailgates Saturdays and Friday nights

We were young and in love every single week
Learnin' more about life a man could ever teach
Couple dollars and some freedom was all we need to get us far
Yea, we were lookin' like rockstars, shuttin' down bars
From pbj's & pbr's

They send a car gig every other Thursday
Wouldn't make a penny but we tried to play
And canvass on Ferolli's then count attorneys
Give all and he'd better run for his money

We were young and in love every single week
Learnin' more about life a man could ever teach
Couple dollars and some freedom was all need to get us far
Yea, we were lookin' like rockstars, shuttin' down bars
From pbj's & pbr's

Now lookin' back on those days
I wouldn't change a thing

Yea, we were young and in love every single week
Learnin' more about life a man could ever teach
Couple dollars and some freedom was all need to get us far
And it sure got us far

Young and in love every single week
Learnin' more about life a man could ever teach
Couple dollars and some freedom was all need to get us far
Yea, we were lookin' like rockstars, shuttin' down bars
From pbj's & pbr's

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Whoa lyrics - Chase Rice

Sweet like a Georgia peach, wild as a honeysuckle
Under them jeans she's hidin' a little somethin' somethin'
She got it going on, she like her drink strong
Yea she's a hook line in a hit song
Can't get her out of my head, she's like a melody
Stuck on the beat she got me singin' singin' singin'

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Yea the fire in her eyes got me hypnotized like...
Whoa! whoa! whoa!
And it's burning me up but it feels so right
When she's ready to rock you know I'm ready to roll
She's got the beat to freeze my soul like...
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hotter than a summer night, cooler than a caddy
She got me fallin' faster than the autumn leaves
She puts the sugar sweet in my sweet tea
She got me buzzin' like American honey bee
Can't get her out of my head, she's like a melody
Stuck on the beat she got me singin' singin' singin'

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Yea the fire in her eyes got me hypnotised like...
Whoa! whoa! whoa!
And it's burning me up but it feels so right
When she's ready to rock you know I'm ready to roll
She's got the beat to freeze my soul like...
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Like a honeysuckle, honey bee
Like Daisy Duke's and the General Lee
Like a Georgia peach she tastes so sweet
Sweep a country boy right off his feet
Got me buzzed like a truck in mud
Like a bucket full of buds and suds
Really wanna know what it is, what it was
Cause look at her, let me tell you cuz
She's so fine like Carolina moonshine
Can't hold a light or candle to her
Cause baby what she do is like

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Yea the fire in her eyes got me hypnotised like...
Whoa! whoa! whoa!
And it's burning me up but it feels so right
When she's ready to rock you know I'm ready to roll
She's got the beat to freeze my soul like...
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

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Room 205 lyrics - Chase Rice

I'm just four walls with a little paint, a picture here or there
I got a Bible in my dresser, just in case somebody cares
I've been here forever, 1959
My name is on the front door, they call me 205
And man you can't imagine, the things that happen here
I've seen my share of laughing and I've seen a lot of tears
Drug deals and last meals and love that seemed so real
Until I saw the flash of those hundred dollar bills
But let me tell you something crazy, that I'd never seen before
Starts with Johnny and Katie, first time they walked through my door

It was a Friday night, late fall
After a high school football game
They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet
Yeah they made love for the first time,
Till that Carolina sun came up
That's where it all began
At the Conway Motor Inn

Well they lit a cigarette, and talked about their lives
Said they were getting married, after graduation night
It all seemed so perfect, but they didn't have a clue
That one be one of them would be right back here with someone new
Now fast forward four years, and that white picket fence
It ain't holding out what it should be keeping in
See, I see Katie on the weekends, when Johnny's working nights
And the man she's coming here with, ain't the man I recognize

It was a Friday night, late fall
After a high school football game
They snuck away, in her lover's Escalade
Yeah they made love for the first time,
Till Johnny's graveyard shift was up
Both livin' in sin
At the Conway Motor Inn

Tonight Johnny ain't working, cause he's right here with me
With a pistol in his right hand, just waitin' on the key
To turn in my door, and when they both walk in
He lays that hammer down, and that's where this story ends

It was a Friday night, late fall
After a high school football game
They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet
Yeah they made love for the first time,
Till that Carolina sun came up
That's where it all began
And that's where it all ends
At the Conway Motor Inn
At the Conway Motor Inn

I've been here forever, 1959
My name is on the front door, they call me 205

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Pop A Top Off (Good Time On) lyrics - Chase Rice

I hold this guitar like a shotgun
Under bright lights, on a stage every Friday night
And if you wanna tell your boss man
To kiss your ass you're in the right place now
And I wanna know if you came down here from a dirt road
If so, hold one highest

We're all here for a good time
Boys, if you're ready to get rock, we don't stop
We poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots
Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker

I'm just a country boy singin' my song
So come on y'all, sing along
Pop a top off and get your good time on
Pop pop a top off and get your good time on

Just so you know that we're on the same page
Got a nice cold beer up here on this stage
If y'all don't mind if I partake then wait

Here we go, now we're ready to roll
It's on with the show, throw your hands up and sing
Hey hey

Boys, if you're ready to get rock, we don't stop
We poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots
Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker

I'm just a country boy singin' my song
So come on y'all, sing along
Pop a top off and get your good time on
Pop pop a top off and get your good time on

Boys, if you're ready to get rock, we don't stop
We poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots
Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker

I'm just a country boy singin' my song
So come on y'all, sing along
Pop a top off and get your good time on
Pop pop a top off and get your good time on

I said pop a top off and get your good time on
Pop pop a top off and get your good time on

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Shades Of Green lyrics - Chase Rice

Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock markets down again 
All about who's who, who's got what 
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah their american dream
It's all about the green
Over where i come from
It's a little different son.

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes everyday lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..

Hangin’ in the woods with an ole' bird dog
Us boys ’round here where'd ever fall from head to toe
Yeah, that’s the way we roll
And some put it on with the gun in their hands
And wear it each day, fightin’ for this land
Like my daddy did. that was back in ’66

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..

Yeah it's all around, from big cities to small towns..

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me
Oh it's her eyes everyday lookin' back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..
Oh yeah, thats a country boys shade of green

Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock market’s down again..

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You Ain't Livin' Yet lyrics - Chase Rice

He said, "Boy you ever been outside of this town?
Ever thought about gettin' out to the west coast?
Or down to Mexico?"
I said, "No."
I just stood there pumpin' his gas while he rambled on somethin' 'bout Paris, France
And the Northern Lights
And how they dance at night
And how I'm missin' out on life.
He said, "You ain't livin' yet."
That's when I said,

"If you've never snuck a kiss in a hayloft,
Drove your pickup truck with your shirt off,
Or let the rooster crow be your alarm clock,
Then you ain't livin' yet.
You've never thrown a line out from a jon boat,
Got a little sideways on a dirt road,
A little choked up on a Marlboro,
Then you ain't livin' yet.
Nah, you ain't livin' yet."

I popped the hood on his Cadillac
And checked the oil
While he just laughed and said, "You're right,
I've never tried anything like that before."
And I said,
"I can tell by the Mardi Gras beads
And the stack of road maps in your back seat
You've been everywhere,
But man I swear
This place is different than anywhere."
I told him, "You ain't livin' yet,
Now tell me this,

You ever put a buckshot through a stop sign?
Felt the burn from your first sip of moonshine?
Revved your engine up at a red light?
Then you ain't livin' yet.
You ever thrown your voice out at a tractor pull?
Seen a hot girl ride a mechanical bull?
Poured your heart out on a bar stool?
Then you ain't livin' yet."

He said, "Son, you've got me thinkin',
Thinkin' I might just stick around.
By the way you talk, there's a world I've never seen inside of this town.
Should let me take a look around
And trade this Cadillac for a step side,
Grab an RC Cola and Moonpie
And just soak up this country life,
'Cause I ain't livin' yet
You're right man when you said
That you ain't livin' yet.
'Cause I ain't livin' yet."
Nah, you ain't livin' yet.

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