Mustang on Mud Tires

Grew up in a blink

And you miss it town

Water tower drippin

On the dirt

We were kickin up

John Deere green truck

James Dean leather jacket

Wasnʼt your typical back woods boy

Call it southern

With a little bit of swagger

I was Matchbox 20

Meets ole Merle Haggard

Winn-Dixie cup

Woodford old fashioned

Wasnʼt making typical back woods noise

And thatʼs why you love this boy

Iʼm a

High rise

Wrapped in barbed wire

A highway

With a bonfire on it

A back road backbeat

Camouflage concrete

A mustang on mud tires

Iʼm an insider

On the outskirts

I like to mix a little city

In my red dirt

Yeah Iʼm riding both sides

Of the county line

Iʼm a

Mustang on mud tires

Girl whatchu think about

A small town slow roll

Couple laps around the way back, four low Truckʼs jacked and the

Jackʼs cracked in the back

On ice with a couple plastic solos

In the skin tight shredded

Got a country boy

Crossing his fingers that you get in, let him have a few miles

To prove these boots can drive you wild (Yeah)

They got boogie in they scoot

Go out on a limb

Lemme take you to the root of my upbringing We can do a little

Brooks & Dunn singing

While we dust kicking, itʼs a must if And when youʼre in a two lane one horse But I ainʼt no one trick pony

We can hit up ATL in the morninʼ

And you can get to really know me

Iʼm a

High rise

Wrapped in barbed wire

A highway

With a bonfire on it

A back road backbeat

Camouflage concrete

A mustang on mud tires

Iʼm an insider

On the outskirts

I like to mix a little city

In my red dirt

Yeah Iʼm riding both sides

Of the county line

Iʼm a

Mustang on mud tires

Mustang on mud tires, you got one

Baby girl, youʼre riding shot gun

Homegrown, rock and roll like the Webber

Mix a little cowboy boots with some Calvin Klein

Ice cold bud light in white, on a cozy

Got a clean cup with some cold up in

A little cloud of some dirt

I start a bottle of gold, I'm Silverado lookin' Rolls, droppin' four-wheel drive

Great bands, midnight moonshine, pass it to me

It's straight looking like I believe in

Both sides of the Mason-Dixon

I'ma

High rise

Wrapped in barbed wire

A highway

With a bonfire on it

A back road backbeat

Camouflage concrete

A mustang on mud tires

Iʼm an insider

On the outskirts

I like to mix a little city

In my red dirt

Yeah Iʼm riding both sides

Of the county line

Iʼm a

Mustang on mud tires