CHORUS
Damn right, this is the Bible belt (Hey!)
Sunday’s not every day, you know (Yee-haw!)
In this dancery, we move our bodies
Like we fixin’ to gone skirt with the beat
And then, we’ll get home before the cows
Stop piddlin’, take it to the floor now!

Howdy, ma’am, You’re as pretty as a peach
You haven’t been out a month of Sundays
(Bless your heart) Snuck out when your boy’s drunk as Cooter Brown
(Sober) He’ll have a hissy fit, You’re not his slave
(Well, I) declare your boyfriend’s too big for his britches
(Ooh, I) reckon, born with a horseshoe in his end
You’re nervous, It’ll all come out in the wash
You follow me, I’m livin’ on cotton

PRECHORUS
Why don’t you come here (over yonder)?
Butter my biscuits?
We’ll start a nightclub two-step
And move ’til we’re plum-tuckered

CHORUS
Damn right, this is the Bible belt (Hey!)
Sunday’s not every day, you know (Yee-haw!)
In this dancery, we move our bodies
Like we fixin’ to gone skirt with the beat
And then, we’ll get home before the cows
Stop piddlin’, take it to the floor now!

I see papa has gone off his rocker
Leaning over and tellin’ his wheelhorse
A dude like me with melanin in his skin
Must stay in my own lane – hold your horses!
My southern roots go deep than your yard trees
Then my kin journeyed beyond Illinois
You can take the boy out of the county
(but) you can’t take the country out of the boy

PRECHORUS
Why don’t you come here (over yonder)?
Butter my biscuits?
We’ll start a nightclub two-step
And move ’til we’re plum-tuckered

CHORUS
Damn right, this is the Bible belt (Hey!)
Sunday’s not every day, you know (Yee-haw!)
In this dancery, we move our bodies
Like we fixin’ to gone skirt with the beat
And then, we’ll get home before the cows
Stop piddlin’, take it to the floor now!

BRIDGE
Never mind the gents
At the bar, passin’
Judgement
Never mind the gents
At the bar, passin’
Judgement
Their porch light’s ON
But no one’s home

PRECHORUS
Why don’t you come here (over yonder)?
Butter my biscuits?
We’ll start a nightclub two-step
And move ’til we’re plum-tuckered

CHORUS
Damn right, this is the Bible belt (Hey!)
Sunday’s not every day, you know (Yee-haw!)
In this dancery, we move our bodies
Like we fixin’ to gone skirt with the beat
Later, we’ll get home before the cows
Stop piddlin’, take it to the floor now!