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 yay 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 Zepco on my jeans rolled
And a pinch of skull in my lip, even this
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 yay high
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
man Ain't that some *
Ain't that some,
ain't that some,
ain't that some *
My true north is due south,
the blue chorus 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 yay high
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
man Ain't that some *
Ain't that some,
ain't that some,
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 yay high
There's folks out there in T-R-Y-D-S,
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 doing this to 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 *