Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Boys Nightmare, artist - The Lacs. Album song Rise and Shine, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Dirt Rock Empire
Song language: English
City Boys Nightmare |
| Got a long list of little things I love a lot |
| You can kick it off of my fishin' pole or my huntin' dog |
| His name is Blue like my collar or Bud Light can |
| He’s a red-nose, I’m a redneck, we make damn good friends |
| I live simple man, Skynyrd style, free as a bird, no my sweet home ain’t Alabama |
| But I damn sure be keepin' turnin' these big wheels |
| Carry me home to see my kin |
| On that county line and them double wides down where that river bends |
| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything |
| Boots, beer, John Deere |
| It’s what we give a dang 'bout |
| Way out in the middle of nowhere |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Been feelin' down so I call my boys for a little pick me up |
| Moonshine jug in the back of the truck |
| I fill it with my Dixie cup |
| Tear it up, you know what’s up |
| Let’s see if we can hit that rut |
| Kickin' up mud, pass that jug |
| Let’s see if we can get it stuck |
| I ain’t backin' up baby (Nah), I’m goin' all the way |
| Mud is slingin', folks are singin' call it redneck holiday |
| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything |
| Boots, beer, John Deere |
| It’s what we give a dang 'bout |
| Way out in the middle of nowhere |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| City boy crowd when the path went right |
| Little bit different than the Nashville lights |
| It’s a backwoods ride, sang to the place |
| But we only see snakes when the grass gets high |
| Here, get a cold beer, little shindig |
| Redneck dime can’t find any brochure |
| Listen here now young buck |
| You gon' get stuck if you don’t switch it into low gear |
| When there ain’t no hope, man you just gotta know some folks ain’t country |
| Aww buddy don’t look at me funny when I still live here and I got a little money |
| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything |
| Boots, beer, John Deere |
| It’s what we give a dang 'bout |
| Way out in the middle of nowhere |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Nightmare, nightmare |
| City boy’s nightmare |
| Nightmare, nightmare |
| City boy’s nightmare |
| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything |
| Boots, beer, John Deere |
| It’s what we give a dang 'bout |
| Way out in the middle of nowhere |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |
| Whoa oh whoa |
| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |