Barefeet On The Dash (Acoustic)

[Chorus: CB3]
I got my bare feet on the dash
Rollin' like I’m pure white trash (White trash)
Drunk and ridin' shotgun while my baby, she's haulin’ ass (You know she's haulin' ass)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (What they sing Chuck?)
Singin' Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Come on now)

[Verse 1: Brahma Bull]
I'm drunk, I'm ridin' shotgun, I drink too much
I got my baby at the wheel and yeah, she's poppin’ the clutch
Yeah, we’re headin' out to nowhere with no time to be back
I got a watermelon loaded down with gentleman jack
I got a cooler in the back and bare feet on the dash
I’m headed 95 south, the radio's on blast

[Chorus: CB3]
I got my bare feet on the dash
Rollin' like I'm pure white trash (White trash)
Drunk and ridin’ shotgun while my baby, she's haulin' ass (I told you she hauls ass)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (And we're singin')
Singin' Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound (Yes sir)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Got me a little guitar Charlie Bonnet III)

I got my bare feet on the dash
Rollin' like I'm pure white trash (I told you white trash)
Drunk and ridin' shotgun while my baby, she's haulin' ass (Go head baby girl, go head)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (Ha ha)
Singin' whiskey bent and hell bound (Yes sir)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Come on now, here we go)

[Verse 2: Brahma Bull]
Kid Rock and Hank Jr screamin' top of my lungs
See I'm a white trash whiskey drinkin' son-of-a-gun
I'm livin' hard and livin' fast, it's just the way we are
If you don't like it you can leave it and get out of my car
She's not slowin' down, naw she's pressin' the gas
And I'm goin' to sit right here with bare feet on the dash

[Chorus: CB3]
I got my bare feet on the dash (They on the dash)
I'm rollin' like I'm pure white trash (I'm pure white trash)
Drunk and ridin' shotgun while my baby, she's haulin' ass (I done told you she hauls ass)
We got our windows rolled all the way down (And what we singin'?)
Singin' whiskey bent and hell bound (Damn right)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash (Tell 'em Chuck, one more time)
Ready for the summer time, got my bare feet on the dash