Ain´t that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah Ain´t that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin´ up a two-lane road Ain´t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, shit been we doin´ since we was yea high
There´s folks out there ain´t T-R-Y-D this Man, ain´t that some shit
That you´d hate to grow up and miss Hate to think of what if I didn´t even know what a honey hole with a Zebco And my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is They say we ain´t got a pot to piss but I thank God for this
Ain´t that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah Ain´t that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin´ up a two-lane road Ain´t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, shit been we doin´ since we was yea high There´s folks out there ain´t T-R-Y-D this
Man, ain´t that some shit Ain´t that some, ain´t that some, ain´t that some shit Yeah
My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin´ down Just like that setting sun on my old Z-71 I know it´s cliché to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays But that´s just the way it is out here
Ain´t that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah Ain´t that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin´ up a two-lane road Ain´t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, shit been we doin´ since we was yea high
There´s folks out there ain´t T-R-Y-D this Man, ain´t that some shit Ain´t that some, ain´t that some, ain´t that some shit
Ain´t that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah Ain´t that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin´ up a two-lane road Ain´t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, shit been we doin´ since we was yea high There´s folks out there ain´t T-R-Y-D this (Ain´t) Ain´t that some back home Ain´t that some thick smoke, Silverado Ain´t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we´ll be doin´ this ´til the day we die There´s folks out there ain´t T-R-Y-D this (Ain´t) Ain´t that some shit
Ain´t that some, ain´t that some, ain´t that some shit Ain´t that some, ain´t that some shit