City Boy Stuck
I burn that dirt, hug that road
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12-gauge cock, shift down low
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole
Up ahead, something ain't right
It ain't a deer in my KC lights
Oh, sweet Jesus, a city boy Prius
Slingin' up mud, so I start a singin'
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
Back and forth, the mud got thicker
Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
Runnin' his mouth, getting all pissed
When you should have bought a car that you don't plug in
I got a shotgun
Ridin' shotgun, no room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a cold one on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
Hey, city boy, I'm Earl Dibbles Jr.
I'm a country boy
You're a long way from town to be runnin' your mouth
You see them smooth tires spinnin' like that?
That's why we use nothin' but mud tires, four-by-four
You got your hair slicked back in your skinny jeans
Collar popped up, and your car's itty-bitty
Better turn around and go back to the city, yee-yee!
Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I'ma pop this top, while I holler
Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I'ma pop this top, while I holler
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
He don't put a good dip in
Don't crack a cold one
Don't fix a tree, don't rope stuff
Don't shoot a gun
Barbed-wire tattoo don't even go all the way around
Yee-yee!
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12-gauge cock, shift down low
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole
Up ahead, something ain't right
It ain't a deer in my KC lights
Oh, sweet Jesus, a city boy Prius
Slingin' up mud, so I start a singin'
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
Back and forth, the mud got thicker
Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
Runnin' his mouth, getting all pissed
When you should have bought a car that you don't plug in
I got a shotgun
Ridin' shotgun, no room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a cold one on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
Hey, city boy, I'm Earl Dibbles Jr.
I'm a country boy
You're a long way from town to be runnin' your mouth
You see them smooth tires spinnin' like that?
That's why we use nothin' but mud tires, four-by-four
You got your hair slicked back in your skinny jeans
Collar popped up, and your car's itty-bitty
Better turn around and go back to the city, yee-yee!
Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I'ma pop this top, while I holler
Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I'ma pop this top, while I holler
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' them tires
Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!
He don't put a good dip in
Don't crack a cold one
Don't fix a tree, don't rope stuff
Don't shoot a gun
Barbed-wire tattoo don't even go all the way around
Yee-yee!
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Lee, Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Tyler Smith
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