Friday night there’s a place we go that’ll put the country in your soul
It’s a place Rand McNally ain’t yet found
The dance floors made of Georgia clay the bar and stools are bales of hay
There’s a bumper crop of beauties all round
There ain’t no bouncers, no velvet ropes
No last call or dress code
Down where the road dead ends everybody come on in
There’s ice cold bud we’re gonna country up
Play some Skynard, Strait and kid
Down where the road dead ends
That’s where the party begins
From concrete burbs and heartland farms in pickup trucks, Harley’s and cars
They come to put this world all behind
We got Willie lovers and parrot heads we got cowboys, angels and rednecks
We all got the same thing on our mind
Down where the road dead ends everybody come on in
There’s ice cold bud, them country girls are fun
We’ll play some Skynyrd, Strait and Kid
Down where the road dead ends
That’s where the party begins
It don’t matter who you are don’t matter where you’re from
You’ll have a good time when you come
Down where the road dead ends everybody come on in
Down where the road dead ends everybody’s making friends
There’s ice cold bud, them country girls are fun
We’ll play some Skynard Strait and kid
Down where the road dead ends
That’s where the party begins
