4 Wheels 6 Smokes 12 Buds (Live from Tootsie's Orchid Lounge)

[Crowd Chatter / Colt Casually Picking Guitar] [Familiar Opening Riff Begins] [A Few People in Crowd Start Cheering] [Colt keeps playing / laughs] Ohhh... Y'all remember this damn thing? [Crowd Cheers Louder] Man... This one's old. I ain't played this one in a minute. [Someone Yells From Crowd] Yeah, yeah... I heard ya. [Colt laughs] Alright then. Let's see if I still remember the damn words. [Band Kicks In] [Verse 1] Four wheels headin' outta town Mud in the tread, spinnin' round and round Tailgate added to the miles we make When four wheels is all we take [Guitar Walk-Up] [Chorus] Four wheels... six smokes... twelve Buds! That's how we do it just because No quitters, all hitters in with us Four wheels... Six smokes... Twelve Buds! [Crowd Cheers / Pedal Steel] [Verse 2] Hands hangin' outta rolled-down windows Tunes on the radio louder than gun loads Headlights long as the Magnolia State I guess some people are born that way [Colt] Hell, I know I was. [Crowd Cheers] [Chorus — Band Louder] Four wheels... six smokes... twelve Buds! That's how we do it just because No quitters, all hitters in with us Four wheels... Six smokes... Twelve Buds! [Acoustic Guitar Break] [Bridge] Wooooo-hoooo... [Crowd Naturally Answers] Wooooo-hoooo... [Colt Laughs] There it is. [Band Keeps Rolling] Wooooo-hoooo... Wooooo-hoooo... [Pedal Steel Solo] [Verse 3 — Pulls Back Slightly] I couldn't take it when I was homebound Stayed a little longer, but the sun's still up now Sunset's better with the medicine I'm on [Brief Pause] And that Mississippi River... Keeps rollin' like a country song. [Pedal Steel Swells] [Colt — speaking over guitar] Man... I wrote this son of a bitch a long time ago. [Crowd Laughs / Cheers] Different truck... Different town... Probably the same bad decisions. [Band Slams Back In] [Final Chorus] FOUR WHEELS! SIX SMOKES! TWELVE BUDS! That's how we do it just because No quitters, all hitters in with us Four wheels... Six smokes... TWELVE BUDS! [Extended Acoustic Outro / Crowd Clapping] Four wheels rollin'... Six smokes burnin'... Twelve cold ones... And nowhere we gotta be... [Band Hits Final Chord] [Huge Crowd Reaction] [Colt Laughing] Holy shit... Y'all remember that one better than I do. [Crowd Cheers] That's an old one right there. Thank y'all for keepin' that damn thing alive.