Grew up a little rough and rowdy ain't no doubt about it
Yeah I've been known to tie one on
I'm the son of a son of a son of a gun come from a long line of having fun
You heard about a new age outlaw and I'm the 1
I was born in raised a southern man
Poet mind with ruffneck hands
And a six string king in a one man band
And I'm just touring around the nation with a rowdy reputation
And I need a cold beer over here a jukebox ringing in my ear
So I can throw one down to a country sound
And I need Jack D in a tall glass a country girl with a brick house ass who likes her whiskey straight and her lovin fast
Cuz I'm just touring around the nation with a rowdy reputation
Cuz I like mud bogs and hot dogs
Trot lines and gigging frog
And lightning bugs in the summertime
And I like a creek bank with old Hank oilfield money in the bank a southern girl and a little homemade wine
And I like touring around the nation with a rowdy reputation
Cuz I need a cold beer over here I jukebox ringing in my ear so I can throw one down to a country sound
I need Jack D in a tall glass a country girl with a brick house ass who likes her whiskey straight and her love and fast
And I'm just touring around the nation me and my rowdy reputation