Country Boy - Alan Jackson

Excuse me ma'am, I saw you walk in

I turned around, I'm not a stalker

Where you goin?

Maybe I can help ya

My tank is full, and I'd be obliged to take ya.

I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive

Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride

Up city streets, down country roads

I can get ya where you need to go

'Cause I'm a country boy.

You sure look good, sittin' in my right seat

Buckle up, I'll take you through the five speeds

Wind it up, or I can slow it way down

In the woods or right uptown.

I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive

Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride

Up city streets, down country roads

I can get ya where you need to go

'Cause I'm a country boy.

Big 35's whinin' on the asphalt

Grabbin' mud, and slingin' up some red dirt

'Cause I'm a country boy.

My muffler's loud, dual Thrush tubes

I crank the music, the tone gets real good

Let me know when we're gettin' close

You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road.

I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive

Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride

Up city streets, down country roads

I can get ya where you need to go

'Cause I'm a country boy.

Bucket seats, soft as baby's new butt

Lockin' hubs, that'll take ya through a deep rut.

I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive

Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride

Up city streets, down country roads

I can get ya where you need to go

'Cause I'm a country boy.

I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive

Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride

Up city streets, down country roads

I can get ya where you need to go

'Cause I'm a country boy.

'Cause I'm a country boy.

Oh, I'm a country boy

A nice' little country boy...