[Refrão]Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeahAin't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane roadAin't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we dieThere's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this[Próxima Parte]Man, ain't that some shit[Primeira Parte]AThat you'd hate to grow up and missEHate to think of what ifI didn't even know what a honey hole with a ZebcoAnd my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even isThey say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this[Refrão][Próxima Parte]Man, ain't that some shitAin't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shitYeah[Segunda Parte]My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin' downJust like that setting sun on my old Z-71I know it's cliché to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and FridaysBut that's just the way it is out here[Refrão][Próxima Parte]Man, ain't that some shitAin't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit[Instrumental][Refrão][Próxima Parte](Ain't) Ain't that some back homeAin't that some thick smoke, SilveradoAin't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we dieThere's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this(Ain't) Ain't that some shitAin't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shitAin't that some, ain't that some shit
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[Refrão]
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
[Próxima Parte]
Man, ain't that some shit
[Primeira Parte]
A
That you'd hate to grow up and miss
E
Hate to think of what if
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco
And my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is
They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this
[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Yeah
[Segunda Parte]
My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin' down
Just like that setting sun on my old Z-71
I know it's cliché to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays
But that's just the way it is out here
[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
[Instrumental]
[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
(Ain't) Ain't that some back home
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
(Ain't) Ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some shit
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