"Ruled The World" lyrics
(feat. Hunter Phelps, Ray Fulcher, Cash Campbell, Faren Rachels, Josh Mirenda, Mitch Rossell & Drew Parker)
If I ruled the world
You could deer hunt three-sixty-five, all night and all day
Everybody'd have a jon boat docked
And the Largemouth stocked on a pond or a lake
Yeah, diesel'd be a whole lot cheaper
And grain'd go through the roof
I'd put a stop to choppin' down pine trees
But, y'all, that ain't all I'd do
I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boot-wearin' boy like me ruled the world
I'd put the White House out on a hundred acres
'Bout fifty yards from the creek
I'd make a law that the local law
Couldn't break up a party till three
Every town'd get a brand new Bass Pro
Buy a duck call, get one free
And every four-wheel-drive off a Detroit line
Would have a lift and some 33's
I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boot-wearin' boy like me ruled the world
Grass would be a little more green
Necks would be a little more redder
Lord knows we sure got it good right now
Y'all, it'd all get a little bit better
Yeah, I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boots and them wore-out jeans
Yeah, if this old hat-tippin' (Hat-tippin')
Dirt-diggin' (Dirt-diggin')
Good old girl like me ruled the world
You could deer hunt three-sixty-five, all night and all day
Everybody'd have a jon boat docked
And the Largemouth stocked on a pond or a lake
Yeah, diesel'd be a whole lot cheaper
And grain'd go through the roof
I'd put a stop to choppin' down pine trees
But, y'all, that ain't all I'd do
I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boot-wearin' boy like me ruled the world
I'd put the White House out on a hundred acres
'Bout fifty yards from the creek
I'd make a law that the local law
Couldn't break up a party till three
Every town'd get a brand new Bass Pro
Buy a duck call, get one free
And every four-wheel-drive off a Detroit line
Would have a lift and some 33's
I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boot-wearin' boy like me ruled the world
Grass would be a little more green
Necks would be a little more redder
Lord knows we sure got it good right now
Y'all, it'd all get a little bit better
Yeah, I'd cut a dirt road right through the middle of New York City to L.A.
We'd be cold-beer sippin', six-string pickin' every night on a tailgate
There'd be a lot more kissin' and a lot more lovin'
Sweet tea'd be a little more sweet
Yeah, if a beer-drinkin' (Beer-drinkin')
Truck-drivin' (Truck-drivin')
Boots and them wore-out jeans
Yeah, if this old hat-tippin' (Hat-tippin')
Dirt-diggin' (Dirt-diggin')
Good old girl like me ruled the world
