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