Paycheck drinkin' on a Friday night
Karaoke singin' on an open mic
I been workin' for the weekend all week long
It gets crazy when the Hank comes on
My girl lookin' better than the rest
Got my heart beatin' out of my chest
The neon burnin' 'til the lights go out
There ain't no quit, there ain't no doubt

You know who we are
We come from near and far
Backroads and dead-end streets
Real folks like you and me
We're proud of what we got
We know we got it made
Smack dab in the middle of small-town country USA

Call up your buddies, crank the four-wheelers up
Cross a few creeks and get a few stuck
This ain't the first little trail we blazed
That's the way we were born and raised

You know who we are
We come from near and far
Backroads and dead-end streets
Real folks like you and me
We're proud of what we got
We know we got it made
Smack dab in the middle of small-town country USA
Yeah

Oh
Oh
Hey, if you ain't got it yet
What you see is what you get

We know who we are
We come from near and far
Backroads and dead-end streets
Real folks like you and me
We're proud of what we got
We know we got it made
Smack dab in the middle of small-town country USA
You know who we are
We come from near and far
Backroads and dead-end streets
Real folks like you and me
We're proud of what we got
We know we got it made
Smack dab in the middle of small-town country USA
Country USA

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Chris Janson, David Lee Murphy, Mitchell Edward Oglesby