"4x4" lyrics

I was raised in the sticks and hills
Where you learn to shoot a gun before you can grip a wheel
Never had much but it was always enough
Where the day ain't over 'til the job gets done
Never been big on no big city
Ain't got street tires on my F-150
She can tell I'm from Alabam
Cause when she back it up on me I just tell her yes ma'am

Sorry mama gotta leave for a little while
Hunt a couple bucks, let the money pile up
No competition, it's a one on one
4x4, gotta get it out the mud

Southern drawl, I know y'all can't stand me
Tried to rope me in, tie me up and brand me
Talk your shit, I'm gonna live my life
I'll be a country motherfucker 'til the day I die

Kick the dirt up
'Til the day that I die

You know I got a couple scratches on the chrome, but I'm built to last
Haulin' 55 tons of kiss my ass
Dirt on my face, blood on my knuckles
But I ain't coming home 'til there's gold in the buckle

Sorry mama, gotta leave for a little while
Hunt a couple bucks, let the money pile up
No competition, it's a one on one
4x4, gotta get it out the mud

4x4, gotta get it out the mud
4x4, got to get out