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Ride With Me (Must Be The Country)
John Walker Butler Hart
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At the saloon real late night
She was square dancin'
In them Daisy Dukes, real tight
Wasn't lookin' for baddie
The way she movin'
Couldn't help but look on
I had to look on
I didn't know if she already had a dude
But I was feelin' myself
In my gator boots
As long as she a
Pretty hot and thick girl
You know that it's on
You know that it's on
She comin' towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Lookin' like Jessica
In that "Made for Walkin'" video
Yeah, I had to tell her so
And then she pulled me close
I said you wanna blow this joint
Well, baby I can roll
She like my country kinda flair
And she like that twang
I'm talkin' there
She wanna know if I'm truly
From the South for real
Well I can show you
I'm from way down there
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
Four wheelin' through the mud on 23s
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the Country
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a joint in the bed of my lifted Jeep
Oh, why must I live this way
It must be the Country
Nelly been Country
And that's a straight fact
And I'm the heartlander
Bringin' country grammar back
Yeah I used to play that
On a tape deck
In my Ford Ranger
Now you got me goin' way back
To when I used to roll down
My windows with a hand crank
Blare it while I drive down
A dirt road with no lanes
Hollerin' out that "OO OO"
Kickin' up that red clay
Livin' like an Outcast
And still live the same way
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
Four wheelin' through the mud on 23s
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the Country
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a joint in the bed of my lifted Jeep
Oh, why must I live this way
It must be the Country
All aboard this train's getting ready to roll
Little Miss get on my level
I'm all gassed up and ready to go
If you wanna ride with a rebel
Yeah I'm from the Northside
Small town Hustleville, Alabama
Where they greet you with a Roll Tide
Bet I keep it rolled tight
Peach swisher in the truck
Got me lookin' pretty fly
For a white guy
Rollin' through my hood
King Ranch, leather 'n wood
Yeah they call it Buck
Way down in them backwoods
At the pool hall me and my gang
We shootin' 8 balls
If you ladies lookin' to sin
Then C'mon
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
Four wheelin' through the mud on 23s
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the Country)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a joint in the bed of my lifted Jeep
Oh, why must I live this way
It must be the Country
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
Four wheelin' through the mud on 23s
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the Country)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a joint in the bed of my lifted Jeep
Oh, why must I live this way
It must be the Country