Lil' Ol' Lonesome Dixie Town - Billy Currington

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.