37's humming on a no-name road
Got the windows cracked, blowing back that homegrown smoke
Twin turbos talking over alleys and chains
Got a fresh coat of mud on the jet black paint
Take that EF out, turn it up to five
Make a country boy get high
Home's six hundred horses, gonna let them run
Got the hammer on the middle like a loaded gun
They'll hear me coming from a mile away
In a Duramax Chevrolet
Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel light
Up in that four-by-five
Four-door, three-quarter ton Z71
It ain't John Deere green, it ain't IH red
But it'll walk the dog on a pulling sled
A hundred thousand miles, barely broken in
Burning rubber, trying to chase the wind
With all them six hundred horses, gonna let them run
Got the hammer on the middle like a loaded gun
They'll hear me coming from a mile away
In a Duramax Chevrolet
Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel light
Up in that four-by-five
Four-door, three-quarter ton Z71
Z71
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