Ain't that some back home,
buddies in the field,
mud on the wheels,
yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke,
Silverado tearing up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y,
we been doing since we was J-High
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S, man
Ain't that some...
That you hate to grow up and miss,
hate to think of what if
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a zip code
When my jeans rolled and a pinch of skull 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 tearing up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y,
we been doing since we was J-High
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
man Ain't that some...
Ain't that some...
My true north is due south,
the blue course going down just like that setting sun on my
old Z71 I know it's cliche 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 tearing up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y,
we been doing since we was J-High
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S, man
Ain't that some...
...
Ain't that some back home,
buddies in the field,
mud on the wheels,
yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke,
Silverado tearing up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y,
we been doing since we was J-High
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
man Ain't that some...
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y,
we'll be doing this till the day we die
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
ain't that some...
Ain't that some,
ain't that some,
ain't that some...
Ain't that some, ain't that some...