Rust Town Grind

(yeah) Get ready

Out on the porch,

but the block is still hot

Sticking to the plan,

we don't care what they thought Dirt on my boots,

got a drum in the back

Chasing down a dream on a dusty old track

(ooh yeah) We got the county on lock,

got the city on fire Spun the tires in the mud,

taking it higher Country boy drill,

yeah we do it like this

Every single shot is a hit,

never miss

Whiskey in the cup,

keeping watch on the ridge

We don't cross back once we burn down the bridge Counting up

the bands under Southern stars

Writing our own story,

ignoring the scars (brrrr)

(ooh yeah) We got the county on lock,

got the city on fire Spun the tires in the mud,

taking it higher Country boy drill,

yeah we do it like this

Every single shot is a hit,

never miss

Just the banjo and the crackle Yeah,

on some country business (uh-huh)