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The Lacs

City Boy's Nightmare

 

City Boy's Nightmare

(album: Rise And Shine - 2019)


Got a long list of little things I love a lot
You can kick it off of my fishing pole or my hunting dog
His name is blue like my collar or Bud Light can
He's a red-nose, I'm a redneck, we make damn good friends
I live simple man, Skynyrd style, free as a bird, no my sweet home ain't Alabama
But I damn sure be keeping turning these big wheels
Carry me home to see my kin
On that county line and them double wides down where that river bends

With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
I'm living the dream in a city boy's nightmare

Been feeling down so I call my boys for a little pick me up
Moonshine jug in the back of the truck
I fill it with my Dixie cup
Tear it up, you know what's up
Let's see if we can hit that rut
Kicking up mud, pass that jug
Let's see if we can get it stuck
I ain't backing up baby, I'm going all the way
Mud is slinging, folks are singing call it redneck holiday

With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
I'm living the dream in a city boy's nightmare

City boy crowd when the path went right
Little bit different than the Nashville lights
It's a backwoods ride, sang to the place
But we only see snakes when the grass gets high
Here, get a cold beer, little shindig
Redneck dime can't find any brochure
Listen here now young buck
You gon' get stuck if you don't switch it into low gear
When there ain't no hope, man you just gotta know some folks ain't country
Aww buddy don't look at me funny when I still live here and I got a little money

With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
I'm living the dream in a city boy's nightmare

Nightmare, nightmare
City boy's nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare
City boy's nightmare

With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Living the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
I'm living the dream in a city boy's nightmare

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