Mud Digger - Shine (feat. Matt Stillwell) lyrics

Jacked up off my apple pie, see my tires light up like the Fourth of July. I'm off the John Deer three, man I'm so high. Hit the back road flyin in a jacked up four by. Tailgate shakin, truck nut swingin, blacked out window with the fause gate bangin. Pa** me the lightning, I'm drinkin til sunshine. Bootleggin booze runnin all through my bloodline. Roadk** Cali, smash through the valley. Jacked up high bar, mustang Sally. Playin out the jukebox, girls all around me. Livin like an outlaw, you prolly heard about me. Back it on up like a Tonka truck. Baby got a body made of honky stuff. Tanktop, trucker hat, and all tatted up. She got the whole damn bar, all jacked up Runnin down a country road singin along with David Alenco. Slingin mud high in the sky, there ain't no place that we can't ride. Full throttle, wide open, runnin off shine, the swamper smokin. This is how we live and this is how we ride. Bottles in the back of my four wheel drive There's lightning in my mason, and thunder in my pipes. That sunset I've been chasin, yeah I was born to ride. I'm addicted to the byways, yeah I love them country roads. I'm addicted to doin things my way, got whiskey in my soul Got the keg on tap, let the jack full of shine. Got the music jacked up, it's about that time. Buzzin, muddin, livin full throttle. Grippin on the wheel while I'm sippin on the bottle. Got the crumb real dirty like the girls I meet. When it comes to raisin hell, you're referring to me. Backroad renegade, ditch the highway. Straight out the gate I always did things my way Runnin down a country road singin along with David Alenco. Slingin mud high in the sky, there ain't no place that we can't ride. Full throttle, wide open, runnin off shine, the swamper smokin. This is how we live and this is how we ride. Bottles in the back of my four wheel drive In my mason, got my shine, life is racin, headin over drive. Off the highway, country roads. Livin my way, so here we go Runnin down a country road singin along with David Alenco. Slingin mud high in the sky, there ain't no place that we can't ride. Full throttle, wide open, runnin off shine, the swamper smokin. This is how we live and this is how we ride. Bottles in the back of my four wheel drive This is how we ride Bottle's in the back of my four wheel drive