Shotguns, halter tops
A Firebird from a chop shop
A six pack of ice cold bud
Screaming at the cop
Hey, eat another donut
Can't ya see, can't ya see
What that woman been doing to me
Well, that's Jay in the backseat
Marshall Tucker cranking on a CD
Never could sing a lick
He's a hick, just like me
Hey country, fresh off the farm
Hey country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Check it out, a small town, busted dreams
Turned eighteen, joined the marines
Get a crewcut, a tattoo
Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back
Give or take a war or two
Bootcamp, pushups
You get a gun and ya muscle up
I don't know but I been told
I don't know but I've been told
Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Two years, an ex wife later
I got a job patching up radiators
And the occasional fuel pump
Saving up, moving to the city
Well there I was working on a Tuesday
When a firebird showing his age
Pulled up to the middle bay
Whatta ya know, it's Jay
Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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