Shotguns, halter tops
A Firebird from a chop shop
A six pack of ice cold bud

Screaming at the cop
Hey, need another cold one
Can't ya see, can't ya see

What that woman been doing to me

Well, that's Jay in the backseat

Marshall tucker singing on the CD
He's a hick, hey just like me


Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Check it out, a small town, busted dreams

Turned eighteen, joined the marines
Get a crewcut, a tattoo
Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back

Give or take a war or two
Bootcamp, pushups
You get a gun and ya muscle up

I don't know but I been told
I don't know but I've been told


Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Two years an ex wife later

I got a job patching up radiators
And the occasional fuel pump
Saving up, moving to the city

There I was working on a Tuesday

When a firebird showing his age

Pulled up to the middle bay
Whatta ya know, it's Jay


Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh