City Boy, Country Life (DreamWorld) Lyrics

Yee haw, suds in the bucket and there's dust on the bottle

Every light in this house is on full-throttle

I said Jesus took the wheel, 'cuz that's love without end

Great day to be alive, Hallelujah, Amen

I got a drink in my hand, 'cuz I gotta drinking problem

Now I'm drunk on a plane, reading Bible scriptures, hollering

This is God's Country, in case you didn't know, that I'm drunk on you

And it's written in sand, most people are good

But broke down, lonesome, broken and blue

Ain't no stopping us now, you can break on me

I know somebody forever, country rock on

'Cuz the night's on fire, a little more summertime

Wasting time, may we all stay a little more longer

If we were vampires, no such thing as a broken heart

Love triangle legends, either way, I'm yours

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life

Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife

Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the fuck

I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence

Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka

'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna be a country boy, motorboating on the Chattahoochee, watermelon crawl

In yer coochie, you got the good stuff I swear, I'm amazed, just got started loving you

Please one more day, that's the way, come a little closer, I want something more

At my front porch, looking in at the future, Mrs. D'Amour

Alright, you won't be lonely now, no more achy breaky heart

God bless the broken roads, oh yeah, I love this bar

Let's pull over here, babe, she said I'm already there

Ordered a plate of chicken fried steak and a nice ice-cold beer

Now we're swinging to the beat of Smoky Mountain rain, I love a rainy night

We're just islands in the stream, making mountain music with the song to the south

Mama tried, hey Jolene, put a penis in your mouth before he cheats

'Cuz I've got friends in low places, the Devil went down to Vegas with his fiddle to play chess

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life

Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife

Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the fuck

I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence

Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka

'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna get smoked out like Willie when I jam out to Keith Urban

Chilling with some bourbon, in my girl's suburban

While we're traveling in the backwoods, it's gotta be Reba McIntyre or Dolly Parton to

Get a hard-on out of me, Kenny Chesney got my lady feeling kinda frisky and

Brad Paisley got me feeling kind of crazy risky

Nationwide is on my side when Johnny Cash is on the thrash

Wild and out to Waylon Jennings and Garth Brooks in extra innings

When the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes, Eric Church is on and right by my side

There's a Bible in hand and I trust in His plan, I guess you wouldn't understand

Here's the call, promenade, roll away to high sashay, ladies in, now men sashay

Do-si-dos your life away, come on down to this hoedown

Turn that frown upside down, It's okay if you don't stay

Just come back down ya hear, on another day

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life

Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife

Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the fuck

I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence

Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka

'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

Oh, oh the beat's back on, we were just bumping uglies, I'm now a countryman, living free in an open country

Pistol on my hip, while I'm riding on my tractor, Tim-the-tool-manned up, so it goes a little faster

So I can get back home to misses for some cuddles and some kisses and some piddling

Making friction in the kitchen, so 'round here, the boys don't play

We love our beautiful women in the USA, said, cold beers, loud cheers, and barbecuing

Ballgames, and wide-framed God-fearing women, making sweet tea and apple pie

Oh my, in town, they say you gotta try Aunt Bettie's rhubarb pie

Fig pudding, under walnut skies, with a little dash of nutmeg

On the whipped cream, feels like a dream come true, thank you, my Lord, and bless all of you

And then I woke up, choked up, still up in the city dread, oh well, what a pity, that's shitty

Then I said, to myself, why am I still here, it's crystal clear, I gotta put the city life up in the rearview mirrors

Now we're burning rubber while it's still light out, Satan keeps on trying but he'll never put my lights out

So take me home, country roads, home on the range 'till my heart explodes

'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life

Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife

Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed of my truck, what the fuck

I feel like having me a brew, maybe two, now I'm pulling up to my picket fence

Homestead, wife just finished giving head, hit the bed, chicka

'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say

I say I wanna be a country boy, motorboating on the Chattahoochee, watermelon crawl

In yer coochie, you got the good stuff I swear

It's morning already, that was the craziest dream

Welp, I guess it's time to get up and go to work

You'll never escape the city stones!

Hold on, who's here, what the heck, who's here, what, put that down

You'll never leave, you're mine, and you'll never leave the city!