Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride On, artist - Bottleneck. Date of issue: 14.11.2012
Song language: English
Ride On |
| Sometimes you just gotta ride on |
| Not worry about nothin' |
| Yes sir |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |
| Missin' me a dirt road |
| And a beer between my knees |
| Starin' at my rear-view |
| Rollin' through the pine trees |
| Deer tracks, in the dirt |
| Good lookin' game trails |
| Heaven gonna feel like this when we get there |
| Big ol' pine trees talking to me in the breeze |
| Man I hope they don’t cut 'em down in the spring |
| Ride on, I guess that’s the way it goes |
| They try to hold down anything that’s gonna blow |
| I took my dreams and now I pay the bills with it |
| I took some criticism but I can deal with it |
| I just cruise real slow down a dirt road |
| Take another sip and put it in the console |
| Little ol' mudhole coming up on the left |
| You know i gotta ride through 'til there’s nothing left |
| I’m just a country boy, them dirt roads are calling me |
| Just keep it in the ruts, yeah you can follow me |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |
| You ever dropped a tailgate and drug your feet in the sand |
| Draw the line, had to fight and become a man |
| Ride on, and slow up before the curve |
| Don’t let the ways of the ride throw you in dirt |
| Don’t let the ditch get ya, navigate the potholes |
| And when the road splits, know the one to follow |
| Sometimes we all need a pick me up |
| Ride tough on a dirt road in ya truck |
| Camouflage koozie is here to keep my beer cold |
| And I tell my kids the same thing granny told |
| Creepin' through the mud while I’m headed to my deer stand |
| My mind on some red-bellies and some some deer hams |
| Stay strong like the line of a bush hook |
| Keep the faith and ya nose in the good book |
| Feel the breeze, be free through the pine trees |
| Country boy for life and that’s all I’ll ever be |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |
| Can’t you hear them pine trees talking |
| Dont you miss a little mud bogging |
| Can’t you hear them dirt roads callin' |
| Tellin' you to come right on |