GTB

I wasn't gonna spell it out for ya Most of y'all thinking I can't I'm just a good old boy from Georgia Yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand So I moved up to the city To talk about the country I come from Hey buddy, where I come from

We talk about girls, trucks, ice cold beer Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres Bird dogs and buddies, country as country It's all music to my ears Yeah when did it become such a crime around here To talk about girls, trucks and ice cold beer

Everybody hating on the things I love Ain't never sunk a 4x4 in the mud When they're floating on the boat or when they're out downtown All they wanna sing about

Is girls, trucks, ice cold beer Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres Bird dogs and buddies, country as country It's all music to my ears When did it become such a crime around here To talk about girls, trucks and ice cold beer

Yeah girls, trucks, ice cold beer Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres Bird dogs and buddies, country as country It's all music to my ears Yeah when did it become such a crime around here

To talk about blue jeans, dixie cups Friday night lights and Hank cranked up Bonfires and Addies My momma and my daddy Yeah all them thangs I love Yeah when did it become such a crime around here To talk about girls, trucks and ice cold beer