My front porch
Has got new paint and a custom swing
And the way I keep that front lawn
It could pass for a putting green
My driveway's paved, flowerbeds made
And this year, voted best
But that only tells one half acre of the story
What you see ain't what you get

Behind that private picket fence
I got cornhole and Jim Beam
I got coolers full of ice cold beer
And lightbulbs on a string
Like Billy Ray in his Achy Breaky Heart days, it's a fact
I'm all business in the front
And party in the back

From that mailbox
Ah, you wouldn't have a clue
That we're raising hell from Friday
Till Sunday afternoon
It's safe to say the HOA would have a heart attack
If they stopped by on a Saturday
And ever walked around the back

Behind that private picket fence
I got beer pong and a big screen
I got a fire pit and a hot tub
Rocking chairs painted John Deere green
Like Billy Ray in his Achy Breaky Heart days, it's a fact
I'm all business in the front
And party in the back
Yes, I am

All about flipping flip cups
All about spitting in cups
All about raising hell
All about praising Dale
All about football games
All about cranking Hank
All about whiskey drinks
And living that redneck American dream

Behind that private picket fence
I got cornhole and Jim Beam
I got coolers full of ice cold beer
And lightbulbs on a string
Like Billy Ray in his Achy Breaky Heart days, it's a fact
I'm all business in the front
And party in the back

Like Billy Ray in his Achy Breaky Heart days, it's a fact
I'm all business in the front
Big old party in the back