4x4

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4x4

Gideon · 4x4 · 2026 · 3:08

Lyrics

I was raised in the sticks and hills Where you learn to shoot a gun before you can grip a wheel Never had much but it was always enough When the day ain't over 'til the job gets done Never been big on no big city Ain't got three times on my F-150 She can tell I'm from Alabama 'Cause when she's backing up on me I just tell her "Yes ma'am" Sorry mama, gotta leave for a little while On a couple bucks with the money piled up No competition, it's a one on one Four by four, gotta get it out the mud Southern drawl, I know y'all can't stand me Try to rope me in, tie me up and brand me Talk your shit, I'm gonna live my life I'll be a country motherfucker 'til the day I die Yeah Kick the dirt up 'Til the day that I die You know I got a couple scratches on the chrome but I'm built to last Only fifty-five times against my ass Dirt on my face, blood on my knuckles But I ain't going home 'til there's gold in the buckle Sorry mama, gotta leave for a little while On a couple bucks with the money piled up No competition, it's a one on one Four by four, gotta get it out the mud Four by four, gotta get it out the mud Four by four, gotta get it

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