Round Here (Acoustic) - Florida Georgia Line

Lyrics by：Rodney Clawson/Thomas Rhett/Chris Tompkins

Composed by：Rodney Clawson/Thomas Rhett/Chris Tompkins

A hammer and a nail stacking them bails

I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour

But I'm ready to raise some hell

And Jesse's getting ready I'm gassing up the Chevy

I'm gonna pick her up at six

I hope she's gonna wear them jeans with the tear

That her mama never fixed

The moon comes up and the sun goes down

We find a little spot on the edge of town

Twist off sip a little pass it around

Dance in the dust turn the radio up

And that fireball whiskey whispers

Temptation in my ear

It's a feeling alright Saturday night

And that's how we do it round here

Yeah that's how we do it round here

Mud on the grips wild cherry on her lips

I've been working and trying and flirting and dying

For an all night kind of kiss

And country on the boom box

And candles on the tool box

I'm doing everything right

Got the country boy charm turned all the way on tonight

Yeah the moon comes up and the sun goes down

We find a little spot on the edge of town

Twist off sip a little pass it around

Dance in the dust turn the radio up

And that fireball whisky whispers

Temptation in my ear

It's a feeling alright Saturday night

And that's how we do it round here

Yeah that's how we do it round here

Yeah the moon comes up and the sun goes down

We find a little spot on the edge of town

Twist off sip a little pass it around

Dance in the dust turn the radio up

And that fireball whiskey whispers

Temptation in my ear

It's a feeling alright Saturday night

And that's how we do it round here

Yeah that's how we do it round here

Come on

Yeah that's how we do it round here

Yeah that's how we do it round here