Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City Boy Stuck , by - Granger Smith. Song from the album Remington, in the genre КантриRelease date: 03.03.2016
Record label: This Is Hit, Wheelhouse
Song language: English
City Boy Stuck |
| I burn that dirt, hug that road |
| Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal |
| 12 gauge cock, 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 |
| Slingin' up mud, so I start a singin' |
| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck |
| He’s worthless as a one point buck |
| He never heard of a four-wheel-drive |
| Now he’s spinnin' spinnin' |
| Spinnin' spinnin' spinnin' |
| Them tires. |
| Hey (Hey) city boy |
| Stuck penny-loafers didn’t bring |
| No luck, should I throw him a rope? |
| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me! |
| I’m rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! |
| Back and forth, the mud got thicker |
| Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker |
| Runnin' his mouth, getting all pissed |
| When you shoulda' bought a car |
| That you don’t plug in. I got a shotgun |
| Ridin' shotgun no room to give him a lift |
| I pull over, crack a cold one on his |
| Shoulder and put in another dip, and yell |
| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he’s worthless |
| As a one point buck, never heard |
| Of a four-wheel drive, now he’s spinnin' |
| Spinnin' spinnin' |
| Spinnin' spinnin' them tires |
| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck penny-loafers |
| Didn’t bring no luck, should I throw him |
| A rope? |
| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me! |
| I’m rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! |
| Hey City boy, I’m Earl Dibbles Jr |
| I’m a country boy |
| You’re a long way from town |
| To be runnin' your mouth. |
| You see them |
| Tires spinnin' like that, that’s why we |
| Use nothin' but mud tires 4X4 |
| You got your hair slicked back in |
| Your skinny jeans, collar popped |
| Up and your car’s itty bitty |
| Better turn around and go |
| Back to the city YEE-YEE!!! |
| You can pop that clutch you can |
| Pop that collar, I’m a pop this top |
| While I holler. |
| You can pop that |
| Clutch you can pop that collar |
| I’ma pop this top, while I holler |
| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he’s |
| Worthless as a one point buck |
| Never heard of a four-wheel-drive |
| Now he’s spinnin' spinnin' spinnin' |
| Spinnin' spinnin' them tires |
| Hey (Hey) city boy stuck |
| Penny-loafers didn’t bring no |
| Luck, should I throw him a rope? |
| Nope Hell no! |
| Not me! |
| I’m rollin' |
| On rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! |
| He don’t put a good dip in |
| Don’t crack a cold one, don’t fix |
| A tree, don’t rope stuff |
| Don’t shoot the gun |
| Barbed wire tattoo |
| Don’t even go all the way around |
| YEE-YEE!!! |