Tillted702 - City Boy, Country Life (DreamWorld) Lyrics

Yee haw, suds in the bucket and there's dust on the bottle
Every light in this house is on full-throttle
I said Jesus took the wheel, 'cuz that's love without end
Great day to be alive, Hallelujah, Amen
I got a drink in my hand, 'cuz I gotta drinking problem
Now I'm drunk on a plane, reading Bible scriptures, hollering
This is God's Country, in case you didn't know, that I'm drunk on you
And it's written in sand, most people are good
But broke down, lonesome, broken and blue
Ain't no stopping us now, you can break on me
I know somebody forever, country rock on
'Cuz the night's on fire, a little more summertime
Wasting time, may we all stay a little more longer
If we were vampires, no such thing as a broken heart
Love triangle legends, either way, I'm yours

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the f*ck
I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence
Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna be a country boy, motorboating on the Chattahoochee, watermelon crawl
In yer coochie, you got the good stuff I swear, I'm amazed, just got started loving you
Please one more day, that's the way, come a little closer, I want something more
At my front porch, looking in at the future, Mrs. D'Amour
Alright, you won't be lonely now, no more achy breaky heart
God bless the broken roads, oh yeah, I love this bar
Let's pull over here, babe, she said I'm already there
Ordered a plate of chicken fried steak and a nice ice-cold beer
Now we're swinging to the beat of Smoky Mountain rain, I love a rainy night
We're just islands in the stream, making mountain music with the song to the south
Mama tried, hey Jolene, put a penis in your mouth before he cheats
'Cuz I've got friends in low places, the Devil went down to Vegas with his fiddle to play chess

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the f*ck
I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence
Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna get smoked out like Willie when I jam out to Keith Urban
Chilling with some bourbon, in my girl's suburban
While we're traveling in the backwoods, it's gotta be Reba McIntyre or Dolly Parton to
Get a hard-on out of me, Kenny Chesney got my lady feeling kinda frisky and
Brad Paisley got me feeling kind of crazy risky
Nationwide is on my side when Johnny Cash is on the thrash
Wild and out to Waylon Jennings and Garth Brooks in extra innings
When the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes, Eric Church is on and right by my side
There's a Bible in hand and I trust in His plan, I guess you wouldn't understand

Here's the call, promenade, roll away to high sashay, ladies in, now men sashay
Do-si-dos your life away, come on down to this hoedown
Turn that frown upside down, It's okay if you don't stay
Just come back down ya hear, on another day

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the f*ck
I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence
Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

Oh, oh the beat's back on, we were just bumping uglies, I'm now a countryman, living free in an open country
Pistol on my hip, while I'm riding on my tractor, Tim-the-tool-manned up, so it goes a little faster
So I can get back home to misses for some cuddles and some kisses and some piddling
Making friction in the kitchen, so 'round here, the boys don't play
We love our beautiful women in the USA, said, cold beers, loud cheers, and barbecuing
Ballgames, and wide-framed God-fearing women, making sweet tea and apple pie
Oh my, in town, they say you gotta try Aunt Bettie's rhubarb pie
Fig pudding, under walnut skies, with a little dash of nutmeg
On the whipped cream, feels like a dream come true, thank you, my Lord, and bless all of you
And then I woke up, choked up, still up in the city dread, oh well, what a pity, that's shitty
Then I said, to myself, why am I still here, it's crystal clear, I gotta put the city life up in the rearview mirrors
Now we're burning rubber while it's still light out, Satan keeps on trying but he'll never put my lights out
So take me home, country roads, home on the range 'till my heart explodes

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the f*ck
I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence
Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna be a country boy, motorboating on the Chattahoochee, watermelon crawl
In yer coochie, you got the good stuff I swear

It's morning already, that was the craziest dream
Welp, I guess it's time to get up and go to work
You'll never escape the city stones!
Hold on, who's here, what the heck, who's here, what, put that down
You'll never leave, you're mine, and you'll never leave the city!