I wasn't gonna spell it out for ya
Most of y'all thinking I can't
I'm just a good old boy from Georgia
Yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
So I moved up to the city
To talk about the country I come from
Hey buddy, where I come from

We talk about girls, trucks, ice-cold beer
Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks and ice-cold beer

Everybody hating on the things I love
Ain't never sunk a 4x4 in the mud
When they're floating on the boat or when they're out downtown
All they wanna sing about

Is girls, trucks, ice-cold beer
Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks and ice-cold beer

Yeah girls, trucks, ice-cold beer
Dirt road, dripping lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country as country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about blue jeans, dixie cups
Friday night lights and Hank cranked up
Bonfires and Addies
My momma and my daddy
Yeah, all them thangs I love
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks and ice-cold beer