Текст песни
Drivin' through the country, be in my hand
Jammin' that sweet old Alabama
Oh, with a pretty old thin' ridin' shotgun
Jammin' down the back roads of Indiana
Headin' for the sunshine with my shades on
Smokin' nonsense with you
Oh, with my bottle teeth to the blue skies
Ridin' where nothin' looks familiar
Headin' to the country bumpin' some skinhead and Johnny Cash
With a pedal, I'll smash a birdie thin' in my shotgun
Hopin' to the high sun 'til her eyes is on blaze
Reminiscin' the days, smokin' on Hayes' backwoods face
Swamp is grippin' the page, jammin' at Alabama
Speakin' the country grammar, raisin' the heart of Indiana
Red and blue run through my veins like the flag of Confederacy
Take a second to thank the Lord because he truly blessed me
Bottle to the sky, burn 'em up, enjoyin' my life
I wouldn't be here if I wouldn't put my trust in Christ
Drivin' through the country, be in my hand
Jammin' that sweet old Alabama
Oh, with a pretty old thin' ridin' shotgun
Jammin' down the back roads of Indiana
Headin' for the sunshine with my shades on
Smokin' nonsense with you
Oh, with my bottle teeth to the blue skies
Ridin' where nothin' looks familiar
Smashin' on the gas in my rear, nothin' but black fog
Hit up the boys, find a field and turn it into a ball
With my confederate flag blowin' out the backside
Sippin' on that egg ride, burnin' up my four-wheel drive
Everybody muddy, screamin' at the top of my lungs
Kickin' up dust with the buzz 'til the sun comes up
Livin' every day like it's gonna be my last one
Soakin' up the high sun, yeah, everybody covered in mud
This is what we do for fun, find a field and rip it up
If we break it down, we turn it around and fix it up
Drivin' through the country, be in my hand
Jammin' that sweet old Alabama
Oh, with a pretty old thin' ridin' shotgun
Jammin' down the back roads of Indiana
Headin' for the sunshine with my shades on