Mudboots and Microphones

Yeah, yeah

Dust on the boots,

mud on the chrome We took the long way,

miles from home Got the sub-bass rattling the wooden floor While the

pedal steel weeps by the open door Dirt road rhythm with a

heavy beat Cracking the asphalt beneath our feet

(yeah,

talk to 'em)

We ride where the wild things grow Heavy bass on the gravel

road (heavy bass) Singing songs under starlight skies With a southern beat

that never dies

(oh yeah) Two-tone paint with the rusted dent Spent every single dollar

that I ever spent Now we're bouncing in the cab to a

trap-style kick Banjo picking and the rhythm is slick No highway map,

just the northern star With a heavy wood box and a steel

guitar (run it back now) We ride where the wild things grow

Heavy bass on the gravel road

(heavy bass) Singing songs under starlight skies With a southern beat that

never dies

(oh yeah)

Nothing but the wind and the wood and wire

Building up a fire (sing it out,

yeah)

We ride where the wild things grow

Heavy bass on the gravel road (heavy bass) Singing songs under starlight

skies With a southern beat that never dies

(sing it loud!)

Just the dust settling

down...

Yeah