Country Boy – Alan Jackson
Excuse me, ma’am, I saw you walkin?
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you going? Maybe I can help you
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take you
Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
Cause I’m a country boy
You sure look good, sittin? In my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
Cause I’m a country boy
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin? Up some red dirt
Cause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin? Close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
Cause I’m a country boy
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take you through a deep rut
Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down winding roads
I can get you where you need to go
Cause I’m a country boy
Yea, I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
Cause I’m a country boy
Yeah, I’m a country boy
Oh, I’m just a country boy
A nice little country boy
