Dirt Road Breakdown

Yeah, yeah

Out here in the mud

Out here where we run it

Got a double-barrel shotgun resting in the rack We don't take no

shit, no we never going back Dirty tires spinning,

kicked the dust into the breeze Got a jar of moonshine that'll

put you on your knees (damn straight)

Yeah, we rule these goddamn pine trees

Let the engine scream,

let the tires tear the road (screeech)

We about to drop this heavy load

We got that red dirt,

dirty trap, southern-fried flow (hell yeah) Burning up the night with the

high-beams on low Outlaws running where the law won't go

Yeah, we show them how the country boys roll (woo)

Down by the creek where the wild things breed We got everything

a country boy'll ever need

Do not cross my fence line,

do not test my name This ain't for the radio,

this ain't a game (nah)

We burn the rules down and spit on the flame

We don't run from nothing We don't run

from nobody (no sir) Yeah,

we stand our ground

We got that red dirt,

dirty trap, southern-fried flow (hell yeah)

Burning up the night with the high-beams on low

Outlaws running where the law won't go

Yeah, we show them how the country boys roll

Yeah, just country boys Doing what we do

(hahaha) Yeah