Fresh pair of jeans, pocket full of blue faces
And I ain't rockin' nothin' basic
Vanilla Rollie on my wrist
Somewhere we're rockin' go crazy
I need a good ride, with some good tires (yeah)
And I ain't talkin' Mercedes
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat way back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll tide roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
We still in this truck (goin' down, down, baby)
We're gettin' small town faded (uh)
Spinin' mud through the tires of my F-150
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll tide roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll tide roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504