(banjo-Intro) Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… (banjo-Verse 1) Born down South where the magnolias sway, Sweet tea, back roads, porch swing play, She packed her heart and a hand-me-down jean, Headed north where the cornfields green. 5-7-4 on her phone, new digits, new day, Indiana nights where the cicadas play, County fairs and ribboned lanes, Ferris wheels glow, Dutch boy, blue eyes, stole her heart in the summer slow he said he likes... (Pre-Chorus) Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… momma's jam-filled jars to tailgate lights, Boots and rock revivals and bonfire nights, Warren Dunes clay pits and rum-shpringa nights, wet grass mornings, farmhouse rites. (harmonica-Chorus) Elkhart county livin’ all day all night, Farming’s in our damn blood, under the moonlight, County fair kisses, a rodeo spark, Adams Lake Pub we talk till it’s dark. Buildin’ RV’s though we don’t own one yet, On the lake, cuffs rolled up, sunset silhouette. Pickup trucks rumble on gravel roads wide, Indiana dreams where the real folks reside. (banjo Verse 2) Dunes in the distance, soft sand, his flat abs, A southern girl, who can shake her ass, Hay bales stacked like a two-step beat, Tractors hum while city lights meet. he's a sexy Dutch boy with a muddy jean grin, Takin’ her to county lines where love begins, Country lanes, driving diesel trucks and fast cars Trap beat heartbeat, banjo strings and guitars. He likes... (Pre-Chorus) Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… momma's jam-filled jars to tailgate lights, Boots and rock revivals and bonfire nights, Warren Dunes clay pits and rum-shpringa nights, wet grass mornings, farmhouse rites. (harmonica-Chorus) Elkhart county livin’ all day all night, Farming’s in our damn blood, under the moonlight, County fair kisses, a rodeo spark, Adams Lake Pub we talk till it’s dark. Buildin’ RV’s though we don’t own one yet, On the lake, cuffs rolled up, sunset silhouette. Pickup trucks rumble on gravel roads wide, Indiana dreams where the real folks reside. (Bridge — Rap) American muscle meets Midwestern pride, She'll suck you and love you for a corn-fed ride, 5-7-4 on the phone blowin’ up nights, She’s ridin’ shotgun, holdin’ on tight. County fair lights, rise n roll fights, Rural roots, Topeka nights, we do it right, 5-7-4, 2-6-0, cold ones in hand, From Linway to Ship, raised farmland. clockin in at four and done by ten all play and work no time for rest got my girl got my friends every day the same thing again and again (Chorus) Elkhart county livin’ all day all night, Farming’s in our damn blood, under the moonlight, County fair kisses, a rodeo spark, Adams Lake Pub we talk till it’s dark. Buildin’ RV’s though we don’t own one yet, On the lake, cuffs rolled up, sunset silhouette. Pickup trucks rumble on gravel roads wide, Indiana dreams where the real folks reside. (SOLOS) (Outro) She’s a Southern girl with a Midwestern map, She's got boots in the mud and a real thick ass, He likes, Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk… Makin bank drivin trucks Smokin weed in the dusk…
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