When the Country Goes Techno

Erl had a tractor with a radio crown. He rode into town

when the sun went down. Boots on the pedals, grin like a spark.

He parked that machine by the old county park.

The DJ yelled, who brought the hay?

Earl spun the wheel and cleared the way.

Yod-a-lay-ee, let the tailgate swing.

Yod-a-lay-oo, hear the tin roof ring.

From the cornfield fence to the county line,

we're two-steppin' hard till breakfast time.

Yod-a-lay-ee, everybody shout.

When the country goes techno, the barn lights out.

Mabel wore glitter on her denim sleeve.

She traded her boots for electric leaves.

A cousin played fiddle, a neighbor played cowbell.

The mayor lost count when the whole town fell.

The moon climbed up like a silver dime.

Earl hit the horn right on the time.

Yodel-ay, let the tailgate swing

Yodel-ay, whoo, hear the tin roof ring

From the cornfield fence to the county line

We're two-steppin' hard till breakfast time

Yodel-ay, everybody shout

When the country goes techno, the barn lights out

Then the tractor sneezed and the speakers froze

A chicken took center stage on its toes

Mabel yelled, keep it, and stomped one to the bird

Found the rhythm and the whole bar knew

Yodel-ay, let the tailgate swing

Yodel-ay-oo, hear the tin roof ring

From the cornfield fence to the county line

We're two-steppin' hard till breakfast time

Yodel-ay, everybody shout

When the country goes techno

The barn lights out

Girl drove home with the sunrise bright

Still yodeling softly through the morning light