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