Cliché Country Boy
Blue eyed blonde, her name was Kate
When I picked her up for our first date
Drove on to the river
Where we watched the sun go down
Covered up in the bed of my truck
Sipping on suds from a solo cup
Music cranked and singing
To those summer evening sounds
It's not my thing to hit the town
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
No time for beer soaked bars
Whistling at girls or fancy cars
There's dirt on my boots and a couple scars
From stubborn cattle fights
If country's what your looking for
I'm a good ol' boy, baby look no more
I even know how to hold the door
Cuz my mama raised me right
Yeah, that's right
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
Hard Workin, hat wearing
Big buckle, little bit of swearing
T-shirt and jeans, heart on my sleeve
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar ...
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
Sweet Country Nights
When I picked her up for our first date
Drove on to the river
Where we watched the sun go down
Covered up in the bed of my truck
Sipping on suds from a solo cup
Music cranked and singing
To those summer evening sounds
It's not my thing to hit the town
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
No time for beer soaked bars
Whistling at girls or fancy cars
There's dirt on my boots and a couple scars
From stubborn cattle fights
If country's what your looking for
I'm a good ol' boy, baby look no more
I even know how to hold the door
Cuz my mama raised me right
Yeah, that's right
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
Hard Workin, hat wearing
Big buckle, little bit of swearing
T-shirt and jeans, heart on my sleeve
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar ...
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
Sweet Country Nights
Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.