Ain't Nothin' Free
Way out in the country on an old dirt road
I was sippin' on a jar that was nice and cold
My Chevy was a-jumpin', my music was a-pumpin'
Up ahead in my path, coulda swore I saw something
Well, she was long-legged with a big ol' butt
Had soft blonde hair that was pretty and cut
I could tell she was stuck and into some trouble
She was walkin' down the ditch just shaking that bubble
So I pulled up on her with my window down
Said, "Hey, pretty thing, can I drive you to town?"
She said, "Thank you, baby, I was dying of heat"
"I ain't got a lick of water, ain't got nothin' to eat"
She put her hand on my handle and I said, "Hold up"
"Before you go climbing into my pickup truck"
"It takes more than a smile to turn these wheels"
"So before we get going, baby, here's the deal"
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
Well, she said, "Hell no", so I left her there
She was shooting me a bird in my rearview mirror
I got a few miles further down the road
Then my dadgum right front tire got blowed
Well, wouldn't you know?
I ain't have no jack
I left it in my grandpa's Cadillac
I started thumbin' my way back into town
That's when I flagged an old punch bug down
Surprise, surprise
Yeah, you know who
That same damn girl I didn't give a ride to
Now I said, "Baby, would you believe?"
"I was comin' back to get you when a nail got me"
"It's pretty damn funny meeting up like this"
"I hope you ain't the kinda woman that would still be pissed"
She said, "Nah, baby, it's all good"
"As long as it's understood"
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
I was sippin' on a jar that was nice and cold
My Chevy was a-jumpin', my music was a-pumpin'
Up ahead in my path, coulda swore I saw something
Well, she was long-legged with a big ol' butt
Had soft blonde hair that was pretty and cut
I could tell she was stuck and into some trouble
She was walkin' down the ditch just shaking that bubble
So I pulled up on her with my window down
Said, "Hey, pretty thing, can I drive you to town?"
She said, "Thank you, baby, I was dying of heat"
"I ain't got a lick of water, ain't got nothin' to eat"
She put her hand on my handle and I said, "Hold up"
"Before you go climbing into my pickup truck"
"It takes more than a smile to turn these wheels"
"So before we get going, baby, here's the deal"
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
Well, she said, "Hell no", so I left her there
She was shooting me a bird in my rearview mirror
I got a few miles further down the road
Then my dadgum right front tire got blowed
Well, wouldn't you know?
I ain't have no jack
I left it in my grandpa's Cadillac
I started thumbin' my way back into town
That's when I flagged an old punch bug down
Surprise, surprise
Yeah, you know who
That same damn girl I didn't give a ride to
Now I said, "Baby, would you believe?"
"I was comin' back to get you when a nail got me"
"It's pretty damn funny meeting up like this"
"I hope you ain't the kinda woman that would still be pissed"
She said, "Nah, baby, it's all good"
"As long as it's understood"
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
Well, if you wanna come along with me
Ain't nothing in the world for free
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
If I can't smoke it and I can't poke it
It better get my V8 stroking
No ass
No gas, no grass, no ride
Credits
Writer(s): Jim Beavers, John Lee Smith, Ray Riddle, Jason Esdale
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