Lyrics Nothin' to Do Round Here (feat. Montgomery Gentry, Ronnie Milsap, Colt Ford, Lee Roy Parnell & Jeffrey Steele) - Montgomery Gentry , Ronnie Milsap , Lee Roy Parnell , Jeffrey Steele , Colt Ford , Ira Dean

Chicken fried, finger lickin', kick back,
Six pack and ribs on the barbecue
A boom box beatin' out a banjo thumpin' on a backwoods barefoot tune
The girls on the hood, foot printing up the paint,
Shake shakin' everything they've got
It's your typical Saturday night in the life
Of a little town time forgot

With the streets rolled up, when the sun goes down
Where the old turn in 'round half past ten the young sneak out
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here

Yeah, way out here where the only skyscrapers are the grain elevators
And the water tower
Where the only night life that you're likely to find
Is a bovine chewin' on a wildflower
The crickets and frogs and old hound dogs
Turn in early out here in the sticks
It takes a whole lotta hillbilly innovation
To keep from goin' crazy quick

With the streets rolled up (with the streets rolled up)
When the sun goes down (the sun goes down)
Where the old turn in 'bout half past ten
The young sneak out (and the young sneak out)
Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
Make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Woo, oh yeah
Play it T-roy

Well if you hang around here, I'm gon' be some cow tippin' beer
Sippin' hillbilly hotty body lookin' like bam
Grampy in the nightgown, dancin' for the whole town
Chief of police lookin' at him like damn
When there's a whole lotta nothin' country folks make something
Got the moonshine pumpin' and the stereo bumpin'
Everybody juke jivin', buzzin' like a bee hivin'
'Cause there ain't that much to do tell 'em Ira

Well it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Yeah it don't take much just a truck backed up
Gas and a match and an old tree stump
A field full of friends, a cooler full of beer
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Round here
With the streets rolled up, no it don't take much
To make a whole lotta something outta nothin' to do round here
Ooo, nothin', nothin', nothin' to do round here
I mean like nothin'