Growin' Up Down There

Some folks sit and wait 
  On government checks. 
  Some of us have the 
  Sun beatin' down on our necks. 
  We've all got the same damn thing in mind. 
  An ol' screen door that swings 
  'Neath the neon sign. 

  Nah, we don't need a reason 
  To get down. 
  Turn the jukebox up to ten. 
  Son, throw 'em down. 
  Keep those longnecks cold on ice. 
  Before too long it sure be nice. 
  Just might have to buy 
  The house around. 
  In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. 

  Someone throw some cornmeal 
  Down on the floor. 
  So me and my baby can shuffle 
  Just a little bit more. 
  Then, I think we look funny, 
  The way that we move. 
  That's our thing, and 
  We got our own groove. 

  Nah, we don't need a reason 
  To get down. 
  Turn the jukebox up to ten. 
  Son, throw 'em down. 
  Keep those longnecks cold on ice. 
  Before too long it sure be nice. 
  Just might have to buy 
  The house around. 
  In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. 

  Nah, we don't need a reason 
  To get down. 
  Turn the jukebox up to ten. 
  Son, throw 'em down. 
  Keep those longnecks cold on ice. 
  Before too long it sure be nice. 
  Just might have to buy 
  The house around. 
  In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. 

  In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.