For the first time together on the Ryman stage, George Strait, Dierks Bentley, Brad Paisley, and Alan Jackson. Bring a couple of country boys out here, they'll be singing. Excuse me ma'am, I saw you walking, I turned around, I'm not a stalker. Where you going? Maybe I can help you. My tank is full, I'd be obliged to take you. Cause I'm a country boy, four wheel drive. I'm in my bed, I'll take you for a ride. Up city streets, down country roads, I can get you where you need to go. Cause I'm a country boy. You sure look good, sitting in my right seat. Buckle up, I'll take you through the five speeds. Wind it up or I can slow it way down, in the woods or right uptown. Cause I'm a country boy, got a four wheel drive. I'm in my bed, I'll take you for a ride. Up city streets, down country roads, I can get you where you need to go. Cause I'm a country boy. Thirty-five, whining on the air saw, grabbing mud, slinging up to red dirt. Cause I'm a country boy. Buggers loud, but dual thrust tubes. Crack of music, the tone gets real good. Let me know when you're getting close. So slide on out or we can head on down the road. Cause I'm a country boy. I've got a four-wheel drive. Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride. The city streets, down country roads. I can get you where you need to go. Cause I'm a country boy. Bucket seats, soft as baby's new blood. Knocking hooves, take you to a deep run. Cause I'm a country boy. I've got a four-wheel drive. Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride. The city streets, down winding roads. I can get you where you need to go. Cause I'm a country boy. I've got a four-wheel drive. Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride. The city streets, down country roads. I can get you where you need to go. Cause I'm a country boy. Yeah, I'm a country boy. Yeah, we're all nice little country boys. Yeah, we're just country boys. Yeah. Yeah. Thank you all so much. Thank you everybody for being here tonight. God bless you, appreciate it, goodnight.