"King Ranch, King George, King James" lyrics

I could go out without makeup
Hell, I'd love to lose my phone
I could go stone-cold sober
Even though I like a drink and a little smoke
I can pack light, like a cowboy
A set of strings and a change of clothes
But there's a few things you won't catch me
Without when I hit the road

They get me where I'm going
Keep these soles on solid ground
From these leather seats to my leather boots
To that gold-leaf leather-bound
Got a ride back home, a Troubadour song
And a dashboard prayer to pray
I'm rolling deep with royalty
King Ranch, King George, King James

One's gassed up on diesel
One's on the radio
One's my morning dose of Heaven
And they taught me everything I know

They get me where I'm going
Keep these soles on solid ground
From these leather seats to my leather boots
To that gold-leaf leather-bound
Got a ride back home, a Troubadour song
And a dashboard prayer to pray
I'm rolling deep with royalty
King Ranch, King George, King James

They earned it, we call 'em King
For three different damn good reasons
I'd hate to know where I'd be without
This four-door, George, and Jesus

They get me where I'm going
Keep these soles on solid ground
From these leather seats to my leather boots
To that gold-leaf leather-bound
Got a ride back home, a Troubadour song
And a dashboard prayer to pray
I'm rolling deep with royalty
King Ranch, King George, King James
I'm rolling deep with royalty
King Ranch, King George, King James

King Ranch, King George, King James