Well i got my first truck, when i was three,
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
I hauled a barbie doll bed for the girl next door
When she paid me with a kiss i began to understand,
There's just something women like about a pickup man
When i turned sixteen, i saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck
Started cruisin' the town and the first girl i seen
Was bobbie jo gentry the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
"i never knew you were a pickup man!"
(chorus)
You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
But i still wouldn't trade it for a coupe deville
It's got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
You know there's something women like about a pickup man
Most friday nights, i can be found
In the back of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Chorus
A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what i mean
Characteristics of a Country Boy
Fighting - A country boy will fight you straight up, man to man if you make him, or insult his wife, his mama, or maybe his daddy; he'll stop when it's over or the other guy says uncle; he'll probably shake your hand afterward and share a beer.
Woman - A country boy treats ladies with respect, like his daddy treated his mama. Love their ladies till one beat shy of a Heart Attack.
Work and Money - A country boy will work hard and honest and try to make a good living for his family. They Work all week till the job gets done.
Must own/have - A dog, A shot Gun, A wife, Kids, and a Truck,
Must be able to - work all day long in the sun, fish, hunt, Farm, and Ranch
You must also be early to Rise, and Early to bed.
"Play when you can, work when you should"
"Wouldn't trade a Life for Diamond or Jewels, not much of a money hungry fool, but rather have my guitar and tools"
Country Boys are willing to help out anyone called family. They will lend you a shirt off their back, lend you some money, give you a roof over your head. Just make sure their is gas in the truck, and a few bucks in the wallet.
Woman - A country boy treats ladies with respect, like his daddy treated his mama. Love their ladies till one beat shy of a Heart Attack.
Work and Money - A country boy will work hard and honest and try to make a good living for his family. They Work all week till the job gets done.
Must own/have - A dog, A shot Gun, A wife, Kids, and a Truck,
Must be able to - work all day long in the sun, fish, hunt, Farm, and Ranch
You must also be early to Rise, and Early to bed.
"Play when you can, work when you should"
"Wouldn't trade a Life for Diamond or Jewels, not much of a money hungry fool, but rather have my guitar and tools"
Country Boys are willing to help out anyone called family. They will lend you a shirt off their back, lend you some money, give you a roof over your head. Just make sure their is gas in the truck, and a few bucks in the wallet.
"Thats How Country Boy's Roll" - Billy Currinton
They wake up in the morning and they drink their coffee black
They love their woman one beat shy of a heart attack
On the way to work they might stop by a fishin’ hole
That’s how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work, all week til the job gets done
Weekends they bar-b-que and have a cold one
They run on a big ol’ heart and a pinch of Skoal
That’s how country boys roll
Chorous
Yeah, they’re spinnin’ their wheels
Castin’ their reels
Way back on them ol’ county roads
Singin’ in bars
Soupin their cars just to see how fast they’ll go
From a ball and glove to them fallin’ in love
They do everything heart and soul
That’s how country boys roll
Verse 2
Well if you don’t know your way around
They’ll draw you a map
And if you’re broke and you ask
They’ll give you the shirt off their back
All they need is a little gas
A few dollars to fold
That’s how country boys roll
Chorous
Yeah they’re spinnin’ their wheels
Castin’ their reels
Way back on them ol’ county roads
Singin’ in bars
Soupin their cars just to see how fast they’ll go
From that ball and a glove to them fallin’ in love
They do everything heart and soul
That’s how country boys roll
Aw come on now!
Yeah they’re cryin aloud
Humble and proud
They love momma and Jesus and Jones
That’s how country boys roll
Don’t you know
They love their woman one beat shy of a heart attack
On the way to work they might stop by a fishin’ hole
That’s how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work, all week til the job gets done
Weekends they bar-b-que and have a cold one
They run on a big ol’ heart and a pinch of Skoal
That’s how country boys roll
Chorous
Yeah, they’re spinnin’ their wheels
Castin’ their reels
Way back on them ol’ county roads
Singin’ in bars
Soupin their cars just to see how fast they’ll go
From a ball and glove to them fallin’ in love
They do everything heart and soul
That’s how country boys roll
Verse 2
Well if you don’t know your way around
They’ll draw you a map
And if you’re broke and you ask
They’ll give you the shirt off their back
All they need is a little gas
A few dollars to fold
That’s how country boys roll
Chorous
Yeah they’re spinnin’ their wheels
Castin’ their reels
Way back on them ol’ county roads
Singin’ in bars
Soupin their cars just to see how fast they’ll go
From that ball and a glove to them fallin’ in love
They do everything heart and soul
That’s how country boys roll
Aw come on now!
Yeah they’re cryin aloud
Humble and proud
They love momma and Jesus and Jones
That’s how country boys roll
Don’t you know
"I'm a Little more country then That" - Easton Corbin
Imagine a dirt road full of pot holes
With a creek bank and some cane poles
Catching channel cat
I’m a little more country than that
Picture a small town with an old hound
Laying out front of the court house
While the old men chew the fat
I’m a little more country than that
I just want to make sure you know just who you’re getting under this old hat
Cause girl I’m not the kind of two time or play games behind your back
I’m a little more country than that
Think of a hank song from days gone
With a steel ride that’s so strong
It sends chills up your back
I’m a little more country than that
If you want a brick home in a school zone
With the doors locked and alarms on
Girl, you’re way off track
I’m a little more country than that
I just want to make sure you know just who you’re getting under this old hat
Cause girl I’m not the kind of two time or play games behind your back
I’m a little more country than that
Yeah, I’m sure that you’ve heard those three words from Others
But they fell flat
But this ring ain’t some thing that I mean to give you
And then take back
I’m a little more country than that
I’m a little more country than that
I’m a little more country than that
With a creek bank and some cane poles
Catching channel cat
I’m a little more country than that
Picture a small town with an old hound
Laying out front of the court house
While the old men chew the fat
I’m a little more country than that
I just want to make sure you know just who you’re getting under this old hat
Cause girl I’m not the kind of two time or play games behind your back
I’m a little more country than that
Think of a hank song from days gone
With a steel ride that’s so strong
It sends chills up your back
I’m a little more country than that
If you want a brick home in a school zone
With the doors locked and alarms on
Girl, you’re way off track
I’m a little more country than that
I just want to make sure you know just who you’re getting under this old hat
Cause girl I’m not the kind of two time or play games behind your back
I’m a little more country than that
Yeah, I’m sure that you’ve heard those three words from Others
But they fell flat
But this ring ain’t some thing that I mean to give you
And then take back
I’m a little more country than that
I’m a little more country than that
I’m a little more country than that
"Country Boy" - Alan Jackson
Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walkin’
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you going? Maybe I can help you
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take you
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy
You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
’cause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take you through a deep rut
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down winding roads
I can get you where you need to go
‘Cause I’m a country boy
Yea I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy
Yeah, I'm a country boy,
Oh, I'm just a country boy,
A nice little country boy.
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you going? Maybe I can help you
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take you
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy
You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
’cause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take you through a deep rut
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down winding roads
I can get you where you need to go
‘Cause I’m a country boy
Yea I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy
Yeah, I'm a country boy,
Oh, I'm just a country boy,
A nice little country boy.
"Thank God I'm A Country Boy" - John Martin Summers
Well, life on a farm is kind-a laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A simple kind-a life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I resin up the bow
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kind-a low
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Well folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy."
My daddy taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A simple kind-a life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I resin up the bow
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kind-a low
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Well folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy."
My daddy taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.
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