All Dogs Go To Hell

Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida
And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell

Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame
I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing
Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town
I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I swear I ain't on your front porch
Ain't knocking on your front door
Ain't hat in hand
Don't give a damn
And I, I don't love you anymore

And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby

No, I don't miss you baby at all

Right
And all dogs go to hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh