(Cowboy) '37s humming on a no-name road Got the windows cracked, blowing back that homegrown smoke Twin turbos talking over Alice In Chains Got a fresh coat of mud on the jet-black paint Take that EFI, turn it up to five Make a country boy get high On six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun They'll hear me coming from a mile away In a Duramax Chevrolet Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71 It ain't John Deere green, it ain't IH red But it'll walk the dog on a pulling sled 100,000 miles, barely broken in Burning rubber trying to chase the wind With all them six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun They'll hear me coming from a mile away In a Duramax Chevrolet Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71 Z71 Yeah, Z71 (Cowboy) A-Shawn, we got one We gon' spin tires till the cops come Black truck with the black tint And if the ops come, we gon' pop sum'n Z71 with a lift kit Truck bed full of misfits We rolling coal, stay blowing smoke In them pine trees like Christmas Still standing on big business (uh) Look under my hood, I wish you would When it comes to my truck I got Everything on my wishlist Got them speakers turned, I'm turnt too Go on ahead and let them subs bang I got a full tank for us to burn through On a backroad with no name, so Take that EFI, turn it up to five (Turn it up) Make a country boy get high (I'm high) On six hundred horses, gon' let 'em run Got the hammer on the metal like a loaded gun They'll hear me coming from a mile away In a Duramax Chevrolet Gonna ride until it lights up the fuel Light up in that 4x4, 4-door, 3/4 ton Z71 Z71 Yeah, yeah Z71 (Take that EFI, turn it up to five) (Make a country boy get high)