Lyrics

[Luke Bryan]
All week long, it's a farming town they're making
that money grow
Tractors, plows with flashing lights backing up
a two-lane road
They take one last lap around
That sun up high goes down!
and then It's on c'mon girl, kick It on back Z-71
like a Cadillac!

We go way out where there ain't nobody
We turn this cornfield into a party!
Pedal to the floor board,8 up in a 4-door,
burning up a backroad song
park it and we pile out baby watch your
step now better have your boots on
Kick the dust-up!
Back it on up!
Fill your cup up!
Let's tear it up up!
And kick the dust up!

Bar downtown they got a line of people way out the door
10 dollar drinks, it's packed inside I don't know what they're waiting for?
Got me a jar, full of clear and I've got that music for your ear
And it's like knock! knock! knock! goes the diesel
If you really wanna see the beautiful people!

We go way out where there ain't nobody!
We turn this cornfield into a party!
Peddle to the floorboard eight up in a four door,
burning up a backroad song
Park it and we pile out baby, watch your
step now better have your boots on
Kick the dust up!
Let's back it on up!
Fill your cup up!
Let's tear it up!
And kick the dust up!

Just follow me down, neath the 32 bridge
Y'all will be glad you did! Kick it!

We go way out where there ain't nobody!
We turn this cornfield into a party!
Peddle to the floorboard eight up in a four door,
burning up a backroad song
Park it and we pile out baby watch your
step now. Better have your boots on
Kick the dust up (Kick The Dust Up)
Back it on up!
Fill your cup up!
That's what's up, up!
Let's kick the dust up!