Keys To The Country - Chris Janson

I don’t know where I can find the finest wine in town

And I don’t know where the velvet rope unhooks for the uptown crowd

Don’t know the name of the restaurant where the valet parked your ride

But I know where to buy ice-cold beer, where to tear up a Friday night

'Cause I got the keys to the country

Sitting in my F-350

I know where to park, way out in the dark

Where the stars shine down so pretty

Got the keys to the gate

A little honey hole to take you, honey

I ain’t got the keys to the city

But I got the keys to the country

I got the inside track, I can take you back

To a fresh-cut bottomland field

And there’s a little bit of water still standing in the corner

If you feel like spinning these wheels

And there’s a crack in the roof where the moon shines through

If you wanna hide out in a barn

We can set up shop and let the tailgate drop

Have our own little flatbed bar

Baby, I got the keys to the country

Sitting in my F-350

I know where to park, way out in the dark

Where the stars shine down so pretty

Got the keys to the gate

A little honey hole to take you, honey

I ain’t got the keys to the city

But I got the keys to the country

Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?

Get a little green grass on your soul

Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go

'Cause I got the keys to the country

I got the keys to the country

Sitting in my F-350

I know where to park, way out in the dark

Where the stars shine down so pretty

Got the keys to the gate

A little honey hole to take you, honey

I ain’t got the keys to the city

But I got the keys to the country

Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?

Get a little green grass on your soul

Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go

'Cause I got the keys to the country

Know these lonely roads by name

I can get you where