| I burn that dirt, hug that road
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| Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
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| 12 gauge cock, shift down low
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| Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole
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| Up ahead, something ain’t right
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| It ain’t a deer in my KC lights
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| Oh sweet jesus, a city boy prius
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| Slingin' up mud, so I start a singin'
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| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck
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| He’s worthless as a one point buck
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| He never heard of a four-wheel-drive
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| Now he’s spinnin' spinnin'
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| Spinnin' spinnin' spinnin'
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| Them tires. |
| Hey (Hey) city boy
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| Stuck penny-loafers didn’t bring
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| No luck, should I throw him a rope?
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| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me!
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| I’m rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!!
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| Back and forth, the mud got thicker
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| Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
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| Runnin' his mouth, getting all pissed
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| When you shoulda' bought a car
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| That you don’t plug in. I got a shotgun
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| Ridin' shotgun no room to give him a lift
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| I pull over, crack a cold one on his
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| Shoulder and put in another dip, and yell
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| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he’s worthless
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| As a one point buck, never heard
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| Of a four-wheel drive, now he’s spinnin'
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| Spinnin' spinnin'
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| Spinnin' spinnin' them tires
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| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck penny-loafers
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| Didn’t bring no luck, should I throw him
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| A rope? |
| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me!
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| I’m rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!!
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| Hey City boy, I’m Earl Dibbles Jr
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| I’m a country boy
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| You’re a long way from town
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| To be runnin' your mouth. |
| You see them
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| Tires spinnin' like that, that’s why we
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| Use nothin' but mud tires 4X4
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| You got your hair slicked back in
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| Your skinny jeans, collar popped
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| Up and your car’s itty bitty
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| Better turn around and go
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| Back to the city YEE-YEE!!!
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| You can pop that clutch you can
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| Pop that collar, I’m a pop this top
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| While I holler. |
| You can pop that
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| Clutch you can pop that collar
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| I’ma pop this top, while I holler
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| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he’s
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| Worthless as a one point buck
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| Never heard of a four-wheel-drive
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| Now he’s spinnin' spinnin' spinnin'
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| Spinnin' spinnin' them tires
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| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck
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| Penny-loafers didn’t bring no
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| Luck, should I throw him a rope?
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| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me! |
| I’m rollin'
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| On rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!!
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| He don’t put a good dip in
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| Don’t crack a cold one, don’t fix
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| A tree, don’t rope stuff
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| Don’t shoot the gun
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| Barbed wire tattoo
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| Don’t even go all the way around
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| YEE-YEE!!! |