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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