There´s sweet lines in the brims of all our ball caps Copenhagen and a Red Bull in our trucks Was the same blue jeans each night Hit the porch and start a light
And at six am we´re up and on the run
There´s a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars There´s some good ol´ boys that got your back down at the local bar If your best friend is the only one that´s allowed to whip your ass And the only one that you could ever trust You´re one of us
We can sing you ever George Strait song from ´80 to ´95 We might drunk dial that old girlfriend after poker Friday night Never run for public office ´cause that means we´d have to lie We may look intimidatin´ but you want us on you side
There´s a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars There´s some good ol´ boys that got your back down at the local bar If your best friend is the only one that´s allowed to whip your ass And the only one that you could ever trust You´re one of us You´re one of us
If there´s a Bible on your nightstand and some demons in your past If there´s a girl from you high school and you keen to get her back If your boys just let it go ´cause when you said it you were drunk If a business meetin´ is the tailgate of your truck