Some folks sit and wait on government checks.
Some of us have the sun beatin' down on our necks.
We've all got the same damn thing in mind.
An ol' screen door that swings 'neath the neon sign.

Nah, we don't need a reason to get down.
Turn the jukebox up to ten, son, throw 'em down.
Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
Before too long it sure be nice.
Just might have to buy the house around.
In this little ol' lonesome Dixie town.

Someone throw some cornmeal down on the floor.
So me and my baby can shuffle just a little bit more.
Then, I think we look funny, the way that we move.
That's our thing, and we got our own groove.

Nah, we don't need a reason to get down.
Turn the jukebox up to ten, son, throw 'em down.
Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
Before too long it sure be nice.
Just might have to buy the house around.
In this little ol' lonesome Dixie town.

Nah, we don't need a reason to get down.
Turn the jukebox up to ten, son, throw 'em down.
Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
Before too long it sure be nice.
Just might have to buy the house around.
In this little ol' lonesome Dixie town.

In this little ol' lonesome Dixie town.