Verse 1 When you’re a country boy, you learn the rules Respect your elders, don’t act a fool Yessir, yes ma’am, thank you too That’s just what you’re raised to do If it breaks, you fix it with your two hands Heard that as a child from my ol’ man Growin’ up you’re taught to work all day That’s how a man earns honest pay And when your Friday work is done Leave it all behind til Monday comes Then my daddy’d grin and say, “Son…” “Time to turn it loose, and have some fun…” Chorus No Notes – just got paid No Notes – weekend’s underway No Notes – beer on ice No Notes – we about that life Everybody headin’ out Gather down at the lake Been waitin’ all week for a redneck soirée Grills fired up, fellas in the water Girls in cutoff jeans, ain’t nothin’ hotter Music on blast, Drake to Wallen Anything that bumps when the night gets hoppin’ Backwoods party, no stress, no bounds Just a few close friends in this red dirt town That’s how it goes here in the south No Notes…that’s how we get down Verse 2 Soon as everybody starts pullin' up Edge of the lake got 20 trucks Tailgates droppin’, coolers poppin’ That bass wide open steady knockin’ Next thing ya’ know they blowin’ up floats Toss ‘em in the lake…No Notes Swing on a rope, cannonball splash Everybody soaked, get back on ya raft Stars on display like a Broadway play Every tailgate lit like a small-town stage Ain't nobody drivin’ outta here Truck bed sleepin’, everybody cheer… Chorus No Notes – just got paid No Notes – weekend’s underway No Notes – beer on ice No Notes – we about that life Everybody headin’ out Gather down at the lake Been waitin’ all week for a redneck soirée Grills fired up, fellas in the water Girls in cutoff jeans, ain’t nothin’ hotter Music on blast, Drake to Wallen Anything that bumps when the night gets hoppin’ Backwoods party, no stress, no bounds Just a few close friends in this red dirt town That’s how it goes here in the south No Notes…that’s how we get down Bridge Pops would say, “Work all week” “Earn your weekend, those are free” Now I’m out here doin’ what he done Same backroads, same kinda fun Different day, but ain’t much changed Good friends, good times, that’s the same He’d say, “The Bomb,” back in his day Now it’s, “No Notes” when I feel that way Chorus No Notes – just got paid No Notes – weekend’s underway No Notes – beer on ice No Notes – we about that life Everybody headin’ out Gather down at the lake Been waitin’ all week for a redneck soirée Grills fired up, fellas in the water Girls in cutoff jeans, ain’t nothin’ hotter Music on blast, Drake to Wallen Anything that bumps when the night gets hoppin’ Backwoods party, no stress, no bounds Just a few close friends in this red dirt town That’s how it goes here in the south No Notes…that’s how we get down No Notes…No Notes…No Notes…
