Earl Dibbles Jr - City Boy Stuck lyrics

rate me

I burn that dirt

Hug that road

Plug my lip with a fist full of SKOAL.

12 gauge cocked

Shift down low

Bounce mud tires,

Like a bass on a pole

Up ahead something ain’t right

It ain’t a deer in my KC lights

Oh, sweet Jesus

A city boy Prius

Slinging up mud

So I started singing

Hey city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one point buck

He never heard of a 4 wheel drive

Now, he’s spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey city boy stuck

Penny loafers didnt bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope, hell no

Not me

I’m rolling on ,rolling on by

Yee Yee

Back and forth

The mud got thicker

Get good dirt on his democrate sticker

Running his mouth

Getting all pissed

You should have bought a car that you dont plug in

I got a shotgun

Riding shot gun

no room to give him a lift

I pull over, crack a cold one on the shoulder

And put in another dip

And yell

Hey city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one point buck

He never heard of a 4 wheel drive

And he’s spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one point buck

He never heard of a 4 wheel drive

Now, he’s spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey city boy stuck

Penny loafers didnt bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope, hell no

Not me

I’m rolling on ,rolling on by

Yee Yee

Instrumental

(Talking)

Hey city boy

I'm Earl Dibbles Jr

I'm a country boy

You're a long way from town to be running your mouth

See those smooth tires spinning like that?

Tyhat's why we use nothing but mud tires, 4x4

You got your hair slicked back in your skinny jeans

Collar popped up and you car's itty bitty

Better turn around and go back to the city

Yee Yee

Woah, woah

You can pop that clutch

You can pop that collar

Imma pop this top while I holler

Woah, woah

You can pop that clutch

You can pop that collar

Imma pop this top while I holler

Hey city boy stuck

He's worthless as a one point buck

He never heard of a 4 wheel drive

Now, he’s spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning them tires

Hey city boy stuck

Penny loafers didnt bring no luck

Should I throw him a rope, nope, hell no

Not me

I’m rolling on ,rolling on by

Yee Yee

You don't put a gooed dip in

Don't crack a cold one

Don't fix the tree

Don't rope stuff

Don't shoot the gun

Your barbed wire tattoo don't even go all the way around

Yee Yee

Thanks to Country Girl Shara for correcting these lyrics