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