Trading Paint

You might think I'm a hill billy

That I drive a one time dully

I can't

Dodge '04, I can't afford

Hell, my old forester still isn't paid for

Well, mister, you might be mistaken

Breathin' down my tail gate

Either you is or you ain't

They learn hard from a saint

But you're about to be trading paint

Trading paint

Doing eighty down the interstate

I say the brakes

'Till we're touchin' license plates

When you step out of that truck, well, you may not be so tough

And I just might teach you a lesson or two

Be polite on the road

'Cause you just don't know

Who's driving that Subaru?

Right out on these east Texas roads

You got them boys running cold

And thinking I'm some Austin hippie

Hell, maybe I am

But I still got my tan

Growing up and going to barrel city

Well, I know you feel like Iron Man

In your daddy's v10

But son, you can't stay forever in the truck

And when I catch you on the shoulder

Then engine's smoking like a smoker

Oh son, it's going to be your tough luck

Trading paint

Doing eighty down the interstate

I saved the brakes

Until we're touchin' license plates

When you step out of that truck you might not be so tough

And I just might teach you a lesson or two

Be polite on the road

Cause you just don't know

Who's driving that Subaru?

Yeah, be polite on the road

You just don't know's driving that Subaru