Shotguns, halter tops

A Firebird from a chop shop

A six pack of ice cold bud

Screaming at the cop

Hey, need another cold one

Can't ya see, can't ya see

What that woman been doing to me



Well, that's Jay in the backseat

Marshall tucker singing on the CD

He's a hick, hey just like me



Hey, country fresh off the farm

Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat

Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



Check it out, a small town, busted dreams

Turned eighteen, joined the marines

Get a crewcut, a tattoo

Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back

Give or take a war or two

Bootcamp, pushups

You get a gun and ya muscle up

I don't know but I been told

I don't know but I've been told



Hey, country fresh off the farm

Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat

Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



Two years an ex wife later

I got a job patching up radiators

And the occasional fuel pump

Saving up, moving to the city

There I was working on a Tuesday



When a firebird showing his age

Pulled up to the middle bay

Whatta ya know, it's Jay



Hey, country fresh off the farm

Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat

Hey, country, everybody sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh