Lyrics:
comes to Africa so children never fear
Santa comes to Africa at this time of the year
He'll take his load down any old road, he's borrowed a 4x4
Towing
the difference
Between four-wheel drive
And all-wheel drive
I could invite Tom Cruise to my party
And he would act like a normal person
I could put in a USB stick
it's time
We all thank a farmer
From the blacktop roads you ran
That used to be his land
To big cities and small towns
That he built with his two hands
much colder, it rains in the winter
Where I live so I entered the I-5
Just like this movie ?Big Trip? where five drive
Across the country as they journey
on the road dime humpin'
Earrings full of O'Shea's
Big ass chain all in the way like Ghostface
Of course all the hoes wanna go
Baby like Mitchy, hella
up. Down a laid-back gravel road. We light it up and we live it up out in the country where we're from.
We're up and gone for the rooster crows.
to hold me
God can you explain why
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Gettin' hot tryin' to handle, this hand that's been dealt
to side by side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I'm touching road and I can't find you
Word to the M O B I'm tied
Would you meet me in Big Sky
If I caught the red eye?
Cross the Country racing red lights
Just to put your hand in mine?
Go the distance
Just to waste
on rollin' on by, yee yee
Hey city boy, I'm Earl Dibbles Jr, I'm a country boy
You're a long way from town to be runnin' your mouth
You see them smooth
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
bit crazy
But I know who I am and where I’m goin
Big ol diesel 4 wheel drive
Across the river and through the pines
A country girl just a flying down
They found him cold by the side of the road
In the shade of the big gum trees
He'd just got so old and decided to go
Where his soul could lift off
your'e ridin', baby it don't matter
But nothing else gets me pumped up more than a parking lot of 4 by 4s
I said step, step, turn, shuffle
Bartender pour
you're supporting, yes that's something you can do
Big business trucks and customers, drive on roads your taxes paved
And their employees' education with
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by a redneck old man
Country living small town raised
I was born I was born in the usa
I was
a
Eight by ten four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, cause I'm a king of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
again on next Sunday
Raised on it
Sang down that dirt road
Tom Petty Track Free Fallin
Tailgate, bonfire parties calling
Raise your hands up if you’re
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
The roads are wide and empty
The skies are cool no jets
And that I ever found you
Is such a big surprise
I can’t wait til you wake up
And the sun begins
never ends
Everything seems the same
Maybe I should start over again
And you'd never think
In this big country of mine
That I'd run out of drink
Or good
crying
'Cause she wants to have her feed
Her mum lets out a big sigh
'Cause she's settled down to read
Up and down the country
On the doorsteps
within
My thumping chest
A pitchfork at the hardest place
A country road dividing
As the sun sinks straight
Right beneath the tree line top
Make my way
By
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