City Boy Stuck Lyrics - Remington - Granger Smith

I burn that dirt, hug that road, 

plug my lip with a fist full of skoale. 

12 gauge cock, shift down low, 

bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole. 

Up ahead, something ain't right, 

It ain't a deer in my KC lights. 

Oh sweet jesus, a city boy prius 

slingin' up mud, so I start a singin' 

Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, 

he's worthless as a one point buck, 

never heard of a four-wheel-drive, 

now he's spinnin' spinnin' 

spinnin' spinnin' spinnin' 

them tires. Hey (Hey) city boy 

stuck penny-loafers didn't bring 

no luck, should I throw him a rope? 

Nope, Hell no! Not me! 

I'm rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! 

Back and forth, the mud got thicker 

kick good dirt on his democrat sticker. 

Run his mouth, gettin' all pissed, 

when you shoulda' bought a car 

that you don't bug in. I got a shotgun, 

ridin' shotgun no room to give him a lift. 

I pull over, crack a cold one on his 

shoulder and put in another dip, and yell 

Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he's worthless 

as a one point buck, never heard 

of a four-wheel drive, now he's spinnin' 

spinnin' spinnin' 

spinnin' spinnin' them tires. 

Hey (Hey) city boy stuck penny-loafers 

didn't bring no luck, should I throw him 

a rope? Nope, Hell no! Not me! 

I'm rollin' on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! 

Hey City boy, I'm Earl Dibbles Jr, 

I'm a country boy. 

You're a long way from town 

to be runnin' your mouth. You see them 

tires spinnin' like that, us country boys 

use nothin' but mud tires 4X4. 

You got your hair slicked back in 

your skinny jeans, collar popped 

up and your car's itty bitty. 

Better turn around and go 

back to the city YEE-YEE!!! 

You can pop that clutch you can 

pop that collar, I'm a pop this top, 

while I holler. You can pop that 

clutch you can pop that collar, I'm 

a pop this top, while I holler. 

Hey (Hey) city boy stuck, he's 

worthless as a one point buck, 

never heard of a four-wheel-drive, 

now he's spinnin' spinnin' spinnin' 

spinnin' spinnin' them tires. 

Hey (Hey) city boy stuck 

penny-loafers didn't bring no 

luck, should I throw him a rope? 

Nope Hell no! Not me! I'm rollin' 

on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!! 

He don't put a good dip in 

don't crack a cold one, don't fix 

the tree, don't rope stuff, don't 

shoot the gun, barbed wire tattoo 

don't even go all the way around. 

YEE-YEE!!! 

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