Bumpy Road

(álbum: Kuntry Livin' - 2014)

Hop on in, Baby Girl. Let's go.
Slide on over, and hold me close.
Climb on top, cause we about to roll
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Got the music cranked up, and the beat down low
Sitting real high and riding real slow
Sippin and smoking with your boy Big Smo
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Oh yeah, the sweet summer night;
the sky's wide open, and the moon's just right.
My Chevy's sitting tall, covered in mud
and I'm thinking bout you and a six-pack'a suds
on an old back road where the blacktop ends.
Don't tweet this, girl. It ain't for ya friends.

Now, ride around the corner where the creek bed bends
it gets a little bumpy, no time to buckle in.
Hold on tight, hell slide a little closer.
You're rolling wit a big boss, girl. Climb over.
Let the bump bu-bu-bumps just jiggle ya guts.
Now drop it on me baby, while I steer through these ruts and...

Hop on in, Baby Girl. Let's go.
Slide on over, and hold me close.
Climb on top, cause we about to roll
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Got the music cranked up, and the beat down low
Sitting real high and riding real slow
Sippin and smoking with your boy Big Smo
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Hell, I'm as country as cornbread, taters, and hog-jaw
Wild as a billy goat, slick as a bullfrog,
buck as a whitetail, ripping them trails
Smashing in my side-by-side, and raising hell

Picking chicken to the women and they're ready to go
You know them mud bog mamas that are willing to roll
The bumpier the road, the funner the ride.
She love it when the motor vibrating her thighs

My shocks get to jumping when the bumps get to bumping.
Got the throttle wide open, try'na do a little schucking
at the back of the bog, where the trails get rough
you'll find this ol' country boy ripping it up. C'mon...

Hop on in, Baby Girl. Let's go.
Slide on over, and hold me close.
Climb on top, cause we about to roll
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Got the music cranked up, and the beat down low
Sitting real high and riding real slow
Sippin and smoking with your boy Big Smo
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Hop on in, Baby Girl. Let's go.
Slide on over, and hold me close.
Climb on top, cause we about to roll
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Got the music cranked up, and the beat down low
Sitting real high and riding real slow
Sippin and smoking with your boy Big Smo
down a bump, bump, bumpy road.

Play that country music, white boy.
Just let that country music take you home.
Play that country music, white boy.
Just let that country music take your soul down that bumpy road.