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I see y'all laughin' as I pull up my truck |
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Fancy boys, I can read your lips |
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You're sayin', "Look at that bucket of rust." |
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Then my baby steps out |
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Your jaws drop and your eyes go wide |
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What's a girl like that doin' with a guy like me |
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I'll tell ya boys I got a four wheel drive |
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And I can take her where the crickets are crickin' |
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And the bullfrogs rumble low |
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Nothin' makes her smile or drives her wild |
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Like bouncin' around on an old back road |
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Ohh when we get stuck, she gets that look in her eye |
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I grab hold of the stick, she says |
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"Put it in, four wheel drive" |
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It's okay, turn your nose up, |
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My boots, my Carhartt pants |
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But the girls on your arms |
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They know its boys from a farm |
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That take 'em places you pretty boys can't |
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Ya we can take 'em where the crickets are crickin ' |
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And the bullfrogs rumble low |
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Nothin' makes her smile or drives her wild |
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Like bouncin' around on an old back road |
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Ohh when we get stuck, she gets that twinkle in her eye |
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I grab hold of the stick, she says |
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"Put it in, four wheel drive" |
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Aww hellooo, I see that look in their eyes |
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Boys you better keep your dates close tonight |
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Y'might have daddy's money, talk smooth as honey |
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But I've got four wheel drive |
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I can take her where the crickets are crickin ' |
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And the bullfrogs rumble low |
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Nothin' makes her smile or drives her wild |
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Like bouncin' around on an old back road |
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Ohh when we get stuck, she gets that look in her eye |
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I grab a hold of the stick, she says |
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"Put it in, four wheel drive" |
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Four wheel drive |
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I got four wheel drive |
