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(Blair Mackichan/Brian White/Craig Wiseman)
Right boys, follow me: mostly in A.
Stay with me now.
Listen up: this is philosophical.
Mud grips, white-tip cigar stickin' out of my face.
Earnhart racing sticker on the window.
Banged up fender.
Four by four, straight pipe roar,
Primer and rust all over the door.
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle,
White T-shirt, aint afraid to work.
Got a "What are you lookin' at asshole?" smirk.
Cold beer, hot wings, Wranglers, Skoal ring.
Get just what you see.
Gun rack, ball cap, don't take no crap.
Ain't a pretty boy-toy, I'll rock you steady:
Rough and ready.
Work boots, one blue suit,
Size too small, dont wear it at all,
Unless somebody kicks, gets hitched:
That's a bitch, makes me itch.
Up with the sun off on the run
Makin' money, money 'cause I wanna have fun.
Five o'clock whistle, off like a miss'le:
Got a hot date, girl named Kate.
Thinks I'm cool 'cause I shoot straight.
Ain't one thing about her fake:
She's long and tall an' she goes great with,
Cold beer, hot wings, Wranglers, Skoal ring:
Get just what you see.
Gun rack, ball cap, don't take no crap.
Ain't a pretty boy-toy, I'll rock you steady:
Rough and ready.
Rough and ready, baby.
Instrumental break.
Well, you are who you are,
An' thats all right with me.
But I am who I am,
That's all I can be.
Cold beer, hot wings, Wranglers, Skoal ring:
Get just what you see.
Gun rack, ball cap, don't take no crap.
Ain't a pretty boy-toy, I'll rock you steady:
Rough and ready.
Rough and ready,
Rough and ready, baby.
Well, that's me an' my buddies.
We're all just alike.
We say: "Hey, watch this.
"That didn't tie it off too good.
"You ok?
"What are you lookin' at?
"Yeah, that's a real gun in that gun rack.
"No, I don't have a permit for it.
"Do you have a permit to ask stupid questions like that?
"Yeah, boy."
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