City Boy Stuck (feat. Earl Dibbles Jr.)

I burned that dirt, hugged that road

Plugged my lip with a fistful of Skoal

Twelve gauge cocked, shift down low

Bounce my tires like a bass on a pole

Up ahead, something ain't right

It ain't a deer in my KC lights

Oh, sweet Jesus, a city boy Prius

Slinging up mud, so I started singing

Hey, city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one-point buck

He never heard of a four-wheel drive

Now he's spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey, city boy stuck

Penny loafers didn't bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope

Hell no, not me

I'm rolling on, going on by, yee-yee

Back and forth, the mud got thicker

Cake of dirt on his Democrat sticker

Running his mouth, getting all pissed

Well, you should've bought a car that you don't plug in

I got a shotgun, riding shotgun

No room to give him a lift

I pull over, crack a cold one on the shoulder

And put in another dip

And yelled, hey, city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one-point buck

He never heard of a four-wheel drive

Now he's spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey, city boy stuck

Penny loafers didn't bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope

Hell no, not me

I'm rolling on, going on by, yee-yee

Hey, city boy

I'm Earl Dibbles Junior, I'm a country boy

You're a long way from town to be running your mouth

See those smooth tires spinnin  like that?

That's why we use nothing but mud tires, four by four

You got your hair slicked back and your skinny jeans

Collar popped up and your car's itty bitty

Better turn around and go back to the city, yee-yee

Whoa, whoa

You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar

Whoa, whoa, I'ma pop this top while I holler

Whoa, whoa

You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar

Whoa, whoa, I'ma pop this top while I holler

Hey, city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one-point buck

He never heard of a four-wheel drive

Now he's spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey, city boy stuck

Penny loafers didn't bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope

Hell no, not me

I'm rolling on, going on by, yee-yee

He don't put a good dip in, don't crack a cold one

Don't fix a tree, don't load stock, don't shoot the gun

Barbed wire tattoo don't even go all the way around

Yee-yee