'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

If you want it let's do it Ride it, my pony, my saddle Is waitin', come and, jump on it Jump, jump, jump on it Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump You don't need another lover Don't you let it go I already got it covered, let the others know It's the the

Let's take another crazy trip around the sun Rockin' this big old rock just tryn'a have fun So let's drink another beer, here's to another year, It's a hang on kinda ride, whispin' in through space and time, Well they say the sea is rising, well that's

Even if we tumble and fall We're gonna ride the storm out on a lifeboat Baby this kind of love is all that we know We're gonna take a walk out on the trapeze Even in a wild breeze, we could be the best of them all It's a want you, it's a need you, it's a

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way The poets say The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride to be Long long ago The boy looked into her eyes, it was a

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking

To whom it may concern and for those who are listening Were fighting hard but its not with our fist n' Recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission To disect this bushwick system To disect this bushwick system Trying to ride that thin line that divide