two county lines out of town there s a barbwire gate laying on the ground carton of cheap smokes plenty of rounds hell we re locked and loaded country cranked up loud and its beer cans with bullet holes lined up on fence posts hammer down that s how we roll bang bang drink drink yeah we re shooting everything pretty things tanning on the hoods tailgate bar flowing real damn good we got the girls we got the guns we got the shine and enough empties to last all night and its beer cans with bullet holes lined up on fence posts hammer down that s how we roll bang bang drink drink yeah we re shooting everything til we re out of beer til we re out of shots til we re down to nothin left to drop left to pop hell its beer cans with bullet holes lined up on fence posts hammer down that s how we roll bang bang drink drink yeah we re shooting everything hammer down that s how we roll bang bang drink drink yeah we re shooting everything bang bang drink drink yeah we re shooting everything yeah we re shooting every damn thing