[Intro]
G#5 G#5 G#5
Yeah, Yeah
G#5 A5
D#5 G#5 G#5
Huh
G#5 G#5
Yeah (Let’s go, let’s go)
A5 D#5
[Chorus]
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#5 G#5 A5
I promise I’m gon’ have you lookin’ up (Lookin’ up)
G#5 G#5 G#5
I’m a product of the south, all I do is act up
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I’ve been drinkin’ since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
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Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5 A5 D#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Break your, Break your)
[Verse]
G#5 G#5
Break your neck back, lookin’ up that super jacked
G#5 G#5
Super Duty max blacked out from the front to the back
G#5 G#5
Console packed full of green and magazines
G#5 G#5 D#5
But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read (Indeed)
G#5 G#5
Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck?
G#5 G#5 A5
Well, pay attention suckers, Demun Jones is pullin’ up
D#5 G#5 G#5
Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt
G#5
Logos in the head rest,
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Jones County stand up
G#5 G#5
Holler at your boy and I’ma get right with ya
G#5 G#5 A5
I didn’t mean to cause a scene, go ‘head and take you a picture
D#5 G#5 G#5
I’m a big truck boss, flossin’ so photogenic
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Somebody grab me a ladder and I’ll be down in a minute, come on
[Chorus]
G#5 G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#5 G#5 A5
I promise I’m gon’ have you lookin’ up (Lookin’ up)
G#5 G#5 G#5
I’m a product of the south, all I do is act up
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5
I’ve been drinkin’ since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5 A5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (I’m)
[Verse]
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I’m lovin’ it, big pipes, I’m like a shuttle lift
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Truck so high I could park your truck up under it
G#5 G#5
Big wheels spin on every truck that I’m in
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I call ’em upper cuts ’cause they come up to my chin
G#5 G#5
Bass bumpin’, turn left, the frame rubbin’
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5
Pull up on you break-pumpin’, dare someone to say somethin’
G#5 G#5
Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin’
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 G#5
Now drop it down and watch a country girl shake somethin’
G#5
Feel like I’m playin’ tic-tac-toe
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The way I got these men textin’ me these Xs and Os
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I keep my bourbon in a big ol’ cup
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Country girl with a big ol’ butt
[Verse]
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Got that big ol’ diesel whistlin’, speakers knockin’, listenin’
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To Upchurch up in Michigan, you talkin’ or you hoppin’ in?
G#5 G#5
Put the Mickey Thompsons on the Chevy I’ve been rockin’ since
N.C.
Pocket Full of Stones, don’t try to box me in
G#5 G#5
Bangers when you hear it, gotta turn the volume up, ayy
G#5 G#5 A5
Rearview mirror shakin’, couple cases in the trunk
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I ain’t drinkin’ with no chaser and I never get stuck, How’s?
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The view down there in that rut lookin’ up?
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Flyin’ by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten
G#5 A5
Sittin’ high, drinkin’ apple pie, there she go again
G#5 G#5 A5
Tryna rev my engine up, actin’ like she tryna— uh
G#5 G#5
I’m just tryna get her home and watch her
A5
Shake that big ol’ butt, ’cause I’m a
[Chorus]
G#5 G#5 A5 G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#5 A5
I promise I’m gon’ have you lookin’ up (Lookin’ up)
G#5 G#5 G#5
I’m a product of the south, all I do is act up
G#5 A5 G#5
I’ve been drinkin’ since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5 G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5 G#5 A5 D#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5
Stupid, stupid (It’s Dusty Leigh)
G#5
Stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5
Stupid (Ayy, what up?)
G#5 A5
Stupid, stupid
[Verse]
D#5
I,
G#5 G#5
Pull up lookin’ down (Down), see only wheels on the ground (Ground)
G#5 G#5 A5
You think you seen a plane ’cause my truck be in the clouds
G#5 G#5 G#5
It’s Dusty Leigh, I’m the party boy, ride around in a Tonka toy
G#5 G#5 A5 D#5
When I show my face, all the country girls go bonkers for me
G#5 G#5
I’m lifted up, lifted up to the sky (Sky)
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You’ll see a southern belle sittin’ by my side (Side)
G#5 G#5
A fifth of bourbon bein’ drunk until it’s dry
G#5 G#5 A5
Only noon, but I ain’t cryin’, ’bout to turn up, yeah, it’s time (Let’s go)
G#5 G#5 D#5
My truck’s so damn stupid, state might cut it a check (A check)
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My wheels built for dirt in case I go off track
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I don’t know it all, but I know for a fact
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Real men, like their truck beefy like Sav from the back
[Outro]
N.C.
Yeah, I’m a
N.C.
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
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I promise I’m gon’ have you lookin’ up
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