Barefeet On The Dash

(Album: Belt Buckles And Brass Knuckles - 2013)

I got my bare feet on the dash (Woohoo)
I'm rolling like I'm pure white trash (Yeah)
I'm drunk and riding shotgun while my baby, she's hauling ass (Come on, come on)
We got our windows rolled all the way down
Singing Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound (Yeah)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Y'all ready, I'm ready let's go)

I'm drunk, I'm riding shotgun, I drink too much (Ha ha)
I got my baby at the wheel and yeah, she's popping the clutch (Vroom vroom)
Yeah, we're heading out to nowhere with no time to be back (Come on)
I got a watermelon loaded down with Gentleman Jack (Yeah)
We've got a cooler in the back and bare feet on the dash (Woo)
I'm headed 95 south, the radio's on blast (Yeah)

I got my bare feet on the dash
I'm rolling like I'm pure white trash (Ha ha)
Drunk and riding shotgun while my baby, she's hauling ass (Hauling ass baby, hauling ass)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (Woo)
Singing Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound (Hah)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Hey Chuck, why don't you give 'em a little guitar baby)

I got my bare feet on the dash
I'm rolling like I'm pure white trash (White trash)
Drunk and riding shotgun while my baby, she's hauling ass (Haul ass baby girl, come on now)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (Hot)
Singing Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound (Yes sir)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Who's on time one more give, here we go now)

Kid Rock and Hank Jr. screaming top of our lungs
We're some whiskey drinking white trash son-of-a-gun's
Playing hard and living fast, it's just the way we are
If you don't like it you can leave it and get out of my car (Get your ass out)
She ain't slowing down, naw she's pressing the gas (Vroom)
And I'm going to sit right here with bare feet on the dash, come on

I got my bare feet on the dash (Yes sir)
I'm rolling like I'm pure white trash (White trash)
Drunk and riding shotgun while my baby, she's hauling ass (She's hauling ass, it's the only way she knows)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (Come on now)
Singing Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound (Lil' bit of Hank)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (One more time, CP3 hit 'em)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash