(Oh, you like the way that sounds?)

Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
And all the girls are getting' pretty, they're sprayin' on the White Rain
Yeah, they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game

Yeah, we let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

Well, you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles
And his woman's' smokin' Pall Mall's watchin' Laura Ingles
And Granny's getting' lit, she's headin' out to bingo
Yeah, my buddies and me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road
You know, You know

We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

(Oh, stand on it)

We hear folks in the city party in martini bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio

We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down
Oh, oh, we let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It's buck wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown
In a Hicktown
Yeah, it's the way we get down
In a Hicktown
Yeah, in a Hicktown

Oh, we ain't finished yet
Got your country boys and your redneck girls
It's the party heard 'round the world
Right here in Hicktown
Yeah, in Hicktown
The whole town's gettin' down

Yeah, we let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It's buckwild, yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown
In a Hicktown
Yeah, it's the way we get down
(Oh, take it home)