Country Thunder

COUNTRY THUNDER, ARIZONA

Yeah!

Arizona heat, desert dust,

Country Thunder—turn that motherfucker UP!

Boots on the ground, bass in the truck,

Country girls showed up like, “What the fuck?”

Let’s go!

Country Thunder girls, they do it damn right,

Short blue jean shorts and a tank top tight,

Boots in the dirt underneath neon lights,

Whole damn crowd going crazy tonight.

Arizona girls, yeah, they came to get wild,

Country-ass attitude with a hell of a smile,

Turn that shit up, let the speakers blow—

When the country girls dance, everybody knows!

Desert sun dropping, but the heat stays high,

Dust kicking up underneath that Arizona sky,

Big-ass truck parked with the tailgate down,

Bass hitting hard enough to shake the damn ground.

Cowboy hat tilted, boots covered in dust,

She got her girls beside her and they’re raising hell with us,

Short blue jeans, tank top, looking country as hell,

When that beat drops, you already know the story to tell.

Fuck being shy, tonight we came to rage,

Whole damn field jumping like we broke out the cage,

Hands up high, everybody screaming my name,

Hick-hop rolling through the desert like a damn freight train!

Country Thunder girls, they do it damn right,

Short blue jean shorts and a tank top tight,

Boots in the dirt underneath neon lights,

Whole damn crowd going crazy tonight.

Arizona girls, yeah, they came to get wild,

Country-ass attitude with a hell of a smile,

Turn that shit up, let the speakers blow—

When the country girls dance, everybody knows!

Tailgate party, trucks lined up in a row,

Got that country rap knocking everywhere we go,

She said, “Hell yeah, turn that damn thing loud,”

Then started dancing while she disappeared in the crowd.

Boots stomp-stomp, let the dirt fly high,

Arizona country girl with that fire in her eyes,

Her whole damn crew got the party on lock,

Everybody jumping when the bass goes BOOM!

No fancy shit, just a truck and some friends,

A little bit of whiskey—nah, the party don’t end,

Country music, hip-hop, mix that shit together,

Arizona nights getting wild as hell in the weather!

Left side—HEY!

Right side—HEY!

Country girls—MAKE SOME DAMN NOISE!

Boots up—HEY!

Hands up—HEY!

Arizona, let me hear your voice!

Country Thunder girls, they do it damn right,

Short blue jean shorts and a tank top tight,

Boots in the dirt underneath neon lights,

Whole damn crowd going crazy tonight.

From Phoenix to the desert, everybody knows,

Arizona country girls steal the fucking show,

Turn that shit up till the whole place blows—

COUNTRY THUNDER, ARIZONA—LET’S FUCKING GO!

Dust in the air…

Bass in the truck…

Boots on the ground…

Country girls turned the whole damn place up.

Arizona!

Country Thunder!

HICK-HOP, MOTHERFUCKER!