Alan Jackson
"Country Boy"
Good Time, 2008
Songwriter: Alan Jackson
Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walk in
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you goin? Maybe I can help ya
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take ya
Chorus:
I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4 wheel drive
Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get ya where you need to go
‘Cause I’m a country boy
You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
Chorus
Solo ( )
Bridge:
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
Cause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
Chorus
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take ya through a deep rut
Chorus (talked, light strumming)
Chorus x2