Verse
I wasn’t gonna spell it out for ya’
Most of y’all thinkin’ I can’t
Just a good ol’ boy from Georgia
Yeah I was born with a beer in my hand
So I moved up to the city
To talk about the country I come from
Hey buddy where I come from
Chorus
We talk about girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin’ lifts, giant boats, giant deers
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
Taught me music to my ears
And when did it become such a crime around here?
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer
Verse
Everybody hatin’ on the things I love
Ain’t never sunk a four by four in a mud
When I’m floatin on a boat when they’re out downtown
All they wanna sing about
Chorus
Is girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin’ lifts, giant boats, giant deers
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
Taught me music to my ears
And when did it become such a crime around here?
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer
Outro
Yeah girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin’ lifts, giant boats, giant deers
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
Taught me music to my ears
And when did it become such a crime around here?
To talk about blue jeans, ditson cups
Friday night lights and hank cranked up
Bon fires and natties
My momma and my daddy and all them things I love
And when did it become such a crime around here?
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer
