Six strings, butter beans, Georgia peaches, pick ‘em
Copenhagen, mason jars, large mouth lip ‘em
Quarterbacks, white tails, hay bales ‘stick em
Them country girls they run the world they too hot not to kiss ‘em all
Yeah, we country
Country as truck
Repping them Earnhardt stickers
That’s us
On them 35s, probably bigger
They jacked up them Toyo’s sipping that solo
Here we go little bit of coke whole lot of Lynchburg liquor
Turned up like a twelve inch kicker
Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river
Where everybody square body, circled up, covered in mud
Out here we country as truck
We country as truck
Willie, Waylon, Haggard, Jones yeah we still play em
Yes sir, cuss words, prayers we pray ‘em
John Deere, 40 clear, bank the corn and pay ‘em
Red, White, Blue them babies too we raise them up
Country as truck
Repping them Earnhardt stickers
That’s us
On them 35s, probably bigger
They jacked up them Toyo’s sipping that solo
Here we go little bit of coke whole lot of Lynchburg liquor
Turn up like a twelve inch kicker
Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river
Where everybody square body, circled up, covered in mud
Out here we country as truck
We country as truck
That camo them old boots them deep roots we rock em
We find the dirt, throw it in reverse, kick it right there we drop em
Country as truck
Repping them Earnhardt stickers
That’s us
On them 35s, probably bigger
They jacked up them Toyo’s sipping that solo
Here we go little bit of coke whole lot of Lynchburg liquor
Turned up like a twelve inch kicker
Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river
Where everybody square body, circled up, covered in mud
Out here we country as truck
We country as truck
We country as truck
They jacked up them Toyo’s sipping that solo
We country as truck
Them old boots deep roots
‘Cause out here we country as truck
