You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Simple as can be Its just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E It's like one, two, three Just as easy as can be Just the way you look at me You make me smile Ain't no need to complicate it, we both know that's overrated We've been there, it's safe to say it ain't

It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer His mama lived her short life having kids and baling hay He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A. Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross

But my feet is California bound Wants to leave this Georgia Town Well, my heads in Georgia Cause that good lookin' woman I've got And wreck them automobiles And that lonesome ol' highway Well my heads in Georgia Well, we ride them ol' freight trains

Stockholm let me go home Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up And the difference with me is I've fallen in love I've heard love songs make a Georgia man cry On the shoulder of somebody's Saturday night

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin,

Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere Told you since day one I had to wife ya Show the world that I just wanna love ya Girl I don't wanna fight ya Yeah you're the only one for me God knows that I'm a product of George Strait And dammit I love sayin' to

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can