I ain’t got a clue what I
Would even do if I landed these boots in a four-lane city
I ain’t sophisticated
But I got an education in Copenhagen, red words, and whiskey
Ask me about John Boats and John Wayne
And cane poles and cane bricks and which way bar
I got I way around
dirt road a hole, don’t about me
I’ll a
a Chevrolet with a me in backseat
Blame in a town
Ain’t got out, I got down
I ain’t got much add
gas or what’s going bad with them NASDAQ numbers
But if you want see stars, I a place park
Don’t about nothing, baby, I got you covered
I got I way around
dirt road a hole, don’t about me
I’ll a
a Chevrolet with a me in backseat
Blame in a town
Ain’t got out, I got down
Down a tee out in BFE
I that ain’t like hand
Ask me about Jones or Foreman
Tin roofs when rain’s old red a porch snoring
I got I way around
dirt road a hole, don’t about me
I’ll a
a Chevrolet with a me in backseat
Blame in a town
Ain’t got out, I got down
Down a tee out in BFE
I that ain’t like hand
Oh ****, I got down
