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At the back of the bog, buck as a whitetail Big, rippin them trails
Got the music cranked up, it gets a little bumpy
and the beat down low
And the beat down low, and hold me close, and hold me close
got the music cranked up
slide on over
play that country music
just let that country music take your soul down that bumpy road
and the beat down low
buck as a whitetail
Just let that country music take you home, just let that country music take you home Big, and hold me close
It ain t for ya friends, slide on over
Slide on over, and hold me close Road, and the moon s just right
where the trails get rough
Now drop it on me baby, now drop it on me baby, while i steer through these ruts and
Smashin in my side-by-side, covered in mud, while i steer through these ruts and
got the music cranked up
and hold me close
Play that country music, got the music cranked up
and the beat down low
Cause we about to roll, the funner the ride Smo, now drop it on me baby
And i m thinkin bout you and a six-pack a suds, the bumpier the road, climb on top
hold on tight
got the music cranked up
now drop it on me baby
Sittin real high and ridin real slow, sittin real high and ridin real slow, it gets a little bumpy
And hold me close, and the beat down low Road, and i m thinkin bout you and a six-pack a suds
and i m thinkin bout you and a six-pack a suds
Where the trails get rough, and hold me close
Smashin in my side-by-side, she love it when the motor vibratin her thighs
And the beat down low, cause we about to roll
you ll find this ol country boy rippin it up
Climb on top, climb on top Big, got the throttle wide open
Hold on tight, slick as a bullfrog, and the beat down low
My shocks get to jumpin when the bumps get to bumpin, i m as country as cornbread, at the back of the bog
the bumpier the road
and the beat down low
Just let that country music take your soul down that bumpy road, and the beat down low
Cause we about to roll, slide on over, climb on top
Slide on over, hell slide a little closer
Slide on over, play that country music
Sittin real high and ridin real slow, sippin and smoking with your boy big smo, try na do a little schuckin
and hold me close
You re rollin wit a big boss, hell slide a little closer, slide on over
At the back of the bog, just let that country music take you home Bumpy, and hold me close
now drop it on me baby
And the beat down low, sittin real high and ridin real slow
and the beat down low
Sittin real high and ridin real slow, you ll find this ol country boy rippin it up Road, rippin them trails
hell slide a little closer
Don t tweet this, at the back of the bog, smashin in my side-by-side
Cause we about to roll, don t tweet this