Ain't that some back home buddies in a field mud on the wheels

Yeah, ain't that some thick smoke silverado tearin' up a two lane road

Ain't that some c-o-u-n-t-r-y shit we been doin' since we was yea high

There's folks out there ain't t-r-y'd this

Man, ain't that some shit.

That you'd hate to grow up and miss

Hate to think of what if

I didn't even know what a honey hole with a zebco

And my jeans rolled and a pinch of skoal in my lip even is

They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank god for this.

Ain't that some back home buddies in a field mud on the wheels

Yeah, ain't that some thick smoke silverado tearin' up a two lane road

Ain't that some c-o-u-n-t-r-y shit we been doin' since we was yea high

There's folks out there ain't t-r-y'd this

Man, ain't that some shit

Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit

Yeah...

My true north is due south, with a blue coors goin' down

Just like that setting sun on my old z71

I know it's cliché to sing chevrolets, cold beers and fridays

But that's just the way it is out here.

Ain't that some back home buddies in a field mud on the wheels

Yeah, ain't that some thick smoke silverado tearin' up a two lane road

Ain't that some c-o-u-n-t-r-y shit we been doin' since we was yea high

There's folks out there ain't t-r-y'd this

Man, ain't that some shit

Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit.

Ain't that some back home buddies in a field mud on the wheels

Yeah, ain't that some thick smoke silverado tearin' up a two lane road

Ain't that some c-o-u-n-t-r-y shit we been doin' since we was yea high

There's folks out there ain't t-r-y'd this.

Ain't that some back home

Ain't that some thick smoke silverado

Ain't that some c-o-u-n-t-r-y, we'll be doing this till the day we die

There's folks out there ain't t-r-y'd this

Ain't that some shit

Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit

Ain't that some, ain't that some shit.