You come down some backroad
And you'll hear some big 'ole diesel trucks
Gravel flying everywhere
The Girl's hairs whipping in the wind
Mud all over the teenagers
A beer in hand
You come down on a ranch
And you'll hear some shotguns
Bullets flying everywhere
The grow men grunting and stalking
Deer antlers for the walls
A beer in hand
You come down on a farm
You'll see Old McDonalds
And you'll hear the animals everywhere
The family out on their trail
Screaming "Yee-Haw"
A beer in hand
You come on down to the lake
You'll see families fishing
You'll hear the bobbers hitting the water
A beer in hand
You come on down to camp
You'll see men living off the land
You'll hear laughter everywhere
A Bon fire going, bringing out the s'mores
Someone with a guitar singing to George Strait
A beer in hand.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
You come down some backroad
And you'll hear some big 'ole diesel trucks
Gravel flying everywhere
The Girl's hairs whipping in the wind
Mud all over the teenagers
A beer in hand
You come down on a ranch
And you'll hear some shotguns
Bullets flying everywhere
The grow men grunting and stalking
Deer antlers for the walls
A beer in hand
You come down on a farm
You'll see Old McDonalds
And you'll hear the animals everywhere
The family out on their trail
Screaming "Yee-Haw"
A beer in hand
You come on down to the lake
You'll see families fishing
You'll hear the bobbers hitting the water
A beer in hand
You come on down to camp
You'll see men living off the land
You'll hear laughter everywhere
A Bon fire going, bringing out the s'mores
Someone with a guitar singing to George Strait
A beer in hand.
