Paroles & traductions de Justin Moore

Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale 'round here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound you know where I'm found out

I heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks I heard he's got a Prius, 'cause he's into bein' green My buddies said he saw y'all, eatin' that sushi stuff Baby that don't sound like

I worked hard all week but now you're here with me Starin' up at a summer sky A blanket in the truck bed just gives me the go ahead 'Cause we've got plenty of time The crickets are singin', the