Down two twenty one, past highway nine There’s a party spot where the gals are real fine The jukebox a jumpin’, we ain’t country clubbin’ Lightin’ up the fires down in Whitney I God Got a Chevy with the tailgate low Cold beer chillin’, that southern glow Boots on the dirt, yeah the night’s just hummin’ Everybody’s dancin’, the band keeps strummin’ We’re rockin’ in the moonlight, hearts beatin’ wild Shakin’ that gravel, sweatin’ in style Raise your glass high, let the good times roll Whitney I God, it’s pure rock ’n’ roll! Neon signs and a six-string scream Thunder in the valley, gasoline dream Leather and lace, the rhythm’s callin’ Ain’t no stoppin’, the night’s still fallin’ We’re rockin’ in the moonlight, hearts beatin’ wild Shakin’ that gravel, sweatin’ in style Raise your glass high, let the good times roll Whitney I God, it’s pure rock ’n’ roll! Smoke on the river, sparks in the air You can feel the freedom hangin’ everywhere f you ain’t been down, then you don’t know How Whitney I God steals your soul We’re rockin’ in the moonlight, hearts beatin’ wild Shakin’ that gravel, sweatin’ in style Raise your glass high, let the good times roll Whitney I God, it’s pure rock ’n’ roll! Down two twenty one, past highway nine We’ll be burnin’ it up till the end of time Yeah, Whitney I God — that’s where we roll!
