(Cowboy)
'37s humming on a no-name road
Got the windows cracked, blowing back that homegrown smoke
Twin turbos talking over Alice In Chains
Got a fresh coat of mud on the jet-black paint

Take that EFI, turn it up to five
Make a country boy get high

On six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run
Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun
They'll hear me coming from a mile away
In a Duramax Chevrolet
Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel
Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71

It ain't John Deere green, it ain't IH red
But it'll walk the dog on a pulling sled
100,000 miles, barely broken in
Burning rubber trying to chase the wind

With all them six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run
Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun
They'll hear me coming from a mile away
In a Duramax Chevrolet
Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel
Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71
Z71
Yeah, Z71

(Cowboy)
A-Shawn, we got one
We gon' spin tires till the cops come
Black truck with the black tint
And if the ops come, we gon' pop sum'n
Z71 with a lift kit
Truck bed full of misfits
We rolling coal, stay blowing smoke
In them pine trees like Christmas
Still standing on big business (uh)
Look under my hood, I wish you would
When it comes to my truck I got
Everything on my wishlist
Got them speakers turned, I'm turnt too
Go on ahead and let them subs bang
I got a full tank for us to burn through
On a backroad with no name, so

Take that EFI, turn it up to five
(Turn it up)
Make a country boy get high
(I'm high)

On six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run
Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun
They'll hear me coming from a mile away
In a Duramax Chevrolet
Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel
Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71
Z71
Yeah, yeah
Z71
(Take that EFI, turn it up to five)
(Make a country boy get high)