Tim Hicks - Calling All Trucks lyrics

Four by fours, rev 'em on up A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust Backroads are calling, calling all trucks I know a place where ain't no car can go Just a winding beat-up sweet old stretch of a road Ain't no stop signs, ain't got no white lines It's a let's get down, all round, wanna have a good time So all you thrillbillies living in the hillies Get loud, come on now, are you with me? Four by fours, rev 'em on up A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust Riding low, black diamond chrome Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window Pedal down, spinning those tires Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire Kicking up, ripping up dust Backroads are calling, calling all trucks Damn this front seat, man, one sure looks sweet You little kitty sitting pretty right next to me It's gonna get good, this lead foot's ready to go So buckle on up and crank up the radio Let's kick it, full throttle, grab a full bottle Raise 'em on up, everybody holler Four by fours, rev 'em on up A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust Riding low, black diamond chrome Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window Pedal down, spinning those tires Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire Kicking up, ripping up dust Backroads are calling, calling all trucks Yeah, calling all trucks Call up the crew, spread the word Let's go flying like a free bird [x4] Four by fours, rev 'em on up A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust Riding low, black diamond chrome Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window Pedal down, spinning those tires Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire Kicking up, ripping up dust Backroads are calling, calling all trucks Calling all trucks Call up the crew, spread the word Let's go flying like a free bird