Colt 45 (Country Remix)

Twelve pack of Busch light, a can of Cope

Baby, that's all we need

Take it past the county line, start a big bonfire

Out where the cops won't see

Pass 'round the fifth, all take a sip

Singing them old Hank songs

Couple games of beer pong, mud on the chrome

Ain't drinking no Dom Perignon

So roll, roll, roll some smokes

Dust off the homemade shine

Feeling good as hell, let out a roll tide yell

Cruising through the countryside

So roll, roll the '94 rusty old bronco

Got everything we want down this old dirt road

Living fast and taking it slow

Down in these parts, doin' thangs different (thangs different)

Sportin' mud on ya truck, like it came with it (like it came with it)

With ya homeboys rollin' through ya hometown

Got enough blue mountains here to go 'round (yes, sir)

1-5-0s, on a backroad, rollin' real slow, on som' strong

Got the Backwoods in the backwoods, hit the gas and we get long gone (ain't right)

Hotbox the clapbox, yeah, it's all good

Yeti full of Bud Light and we got good bud

Don't need the neon, we got headlights

Up workin' all day 'bout to throw down tonight

Twelve pack of Busch light, a can of Cope

Baby, that's all we need

Take it past the county line, start a big bonfire

Out where the cops won't see

Pass 'round the fifth, all take a sip

Singing them old Hank songs

Couple games of beer pong, mud on the chrome

Ain't drinking no Dom Perignon

So roll, roll, roll some smokes

Dust off the homemade shine

Feeling good as hell, let out a roll tide yell

Cruising through the countryside

So roll, roll the '94 rusty old bronco

Got everything we want down this old dirt road

Living fast and taking it slow

Get a little lost

Let them speakers blast

Sip it 'til it's gone

Lotta lovin' little buzzing on a twelve pack

Let the night roll on