'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

'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

The cavalries charged When God's on your side Oh my name it ain't nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in

Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!) You can't see that on the road, I blank Murda on the beat so it's not nice What I bought (what you buy?) I'm

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh) I count up the blessings (count the blessings) The diamonds is precious (shine) Ain't having no pressure (no) I bought the plain Philipe, they said I was being too extra (plain) I brought the gang with me, killed

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

These symptoms suggested that our evolution, i suppose, from the animal kingdom Into the human kingdom itself was catalyzed, or triggered by our encounter with These hallucenogenics, and Yes, we are an ape with a symbiotic relationship to a mushroom, and

Joe, Joe, Joe Diffie 1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man How 'bout a night to remember and a fifth of Goose 'Bout to bust out my honky-tonk attitude A little feel good