(Verse 1) Pull up to the lot with the lift kit drop Got the dealer tag on it and the shine don't stop Big boy money, yeah you bought the whole trim But you never touched the mud, never took it for a spin Custom rims gleaming, Armor All on the dash Spent a hundred thousand dollars just to hide it in the grass Got the pristine boots and the designer jeans Looking like a magazine, but you don't know what it means (Pre-Chorus) You got the engine revving, but you're scared of the dirt Afraid a little puddle's gonna ruin your shirt But out here in the sticks where the real ones play We're taking off the shine, yeah, we do it our way (Chorus) How you supposed to have any fun If you're hiding your wheels from the setting sun? How you gonna feel that Friday night thrill If you're braking at the bottom of a little dirt hill? You got the cash, you got the mean machine But you're riding around with that four-wheeler clean! Yeah, you ain't got no mud, just a four-wheeler clean! (Verse 2) See you on the blacktop, rolling real slow Terrified of potholes, got nowhere to go We out in the holler with the throttle pinned down Throwing up the clay all the way across town Yeah we getting dirty, yeah we getting loud You just another pavement princess in the crowd Keep your showroom finish and your spotless chrome We’ll be out here spinning tires 'til the cows come home (Pre-Chorus) You got the engine revving, but you're scared of the dirt Afraid a little puddle's gonna ruin your shirt But out here in the sticks where the real ones play We're taking off the shine, yeah, we do it our way (Chorus) How you supposed to have any fun If you're hiding your wheels from the setting sun? How you gonna feel that Friday night thrill If you're braking at the bottom of a little dirt hill? You got the cash, you got the mean machine But you're riding around with that four-wheeler clean! Yeah, you ain't got no mud, just a four-wheeler clean! (Bridge - Heavy Beat Drop / Fast Flow) No mud, no fun. Keep it parked in the sun. If you ain't sinking in the trenches then you ain't the one. Got the winch on the front but it's never been pulled. Got the whole town laughing, yeah nobody is fooled. Rev it up, sling it wide, let the gravel fly! If you ain't getting dirty, then you're living a lie! (Guitar / Beat Solo) (Chorus) Tell me, how you supposed to have any fun If you're hiding your wheels from the setting sun? How you gonna feel that country boy thrill If you're braking at the bottom of a little dirt hill? You got the cash, you got the mean machine But you're riding around with that four-wheeler clean! Yeah, you ain't got no mud, just a four-wheeler clean! (Outro) Sling it high! Let it fly! Ain't no fun without mud on the tires! Yeah, rolling with that four-wheeler clean! Get some dirt on it, boy!
