Ridin' The Storm
Well I drank a hundred beers
And stumbled to my dirty truck
Barely see straight, but I don't give a country fuck
Fell to the ground, crawled to the door
All this shit for a big country whore
Well I drank a hundred beers
And stumbled to my dirty truck
Barely see straight, but I don't give a country fuck
Fell to the ground, crawled to the door
All this shit for a big country whore
The storm is getting heavy and I can't see
Got a beer in my hand, that's all I need
Brushed this truck up against a tree
I'm still trucking, baby, believe in me
Roll up at the trailer, tires sliding in the dirt
Stumbled to the door, pants ready to burst
She opened that door, lookin' sweet as pie
Then she told me something, and I thought I'd die
She said, baby, me and your bother been making love
He stirred my biscuits and mopped my rug
But don't be sad, cause you're gonna be a dad
To a baby country boy, he can have two dads
Well my heart stopped cold, couldn't find my breath
I fell to the ground, made a country mess
Took another swig, tried to clear my mind
Then she kissed my cheek, said that it'll be fine
Now I'm driving through the storm with a smile on my face
A crazy country family we'll find our place
With a beer in my hand and love in my heart
We'll make it through this shit, we got a new country start
Now we're a big old family, messy as can be
Me, my brother, and our little boy Tommy Lee
Through all the storms and the muddy roads we ride
We'll stick together, three big old country guys
And stumbled to my dirty truck
Barely see straight, but I don't give a country fuck
Fell to the ground, crawled to the door
All this shit for a big country whore
Well I drank a hundred beers
And stumbled to my dirty truck
Barely see straight, but I don't give a country fuck
Fell to the ground, crawled to the door
All this shit for a big country whore
The storm is getting heavy and I can't see
Got a beer in my hand, that's all I need
Brushed this truck up against a tree
I'm still trucking, baby, believe in me
Roll up at the trailer, tires sliding in the dirt
Stumbled to the door, pants ready to burst
She opened that door, lookin' sweet as pie
Then she told me something, and I thought I'd die
She said, baby, me and your bother been making love
He stirred my biscuits and mopped my rug
But don't be sad, cause you're gonna be a dad
To a baby country boy, he can have two dads
Well my heart stopped cold, couldn't find my breath
I fell to the ground, made a country mess
Took another swig, tried to clear my mind
Then she kissed my cheek, said that it'll be fine
Now I'm driving through the storm with a smile on my face
A crazy country family we'll find our place
With a beer in my hand and love in my heart
We'll make it through this shit, we got a new country start
Now we're a big old family, messy as can be
Me, my brother, and our little boy Tommy Lee
Through all the storms and the muddy roads we ride
We'll stick together, three big old country guys
Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Little
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