GTB

[Verse 1]
I wasn't gonna spell it out for ya
Most of y'all thinkin' I can't
I'm just a good ole boy from Georgia
Yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
So I moved up to the city
To talk about the country I come from
Hey buddy, where I come from

[Chorus]
We talk about girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin' lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country ass country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer

[Verse 2]
Everybody hatin' on the things I love
Ain't never sunk a 4x4 in the mud
When they're floatin' on a boat or when they're out downtown
All they wanna sing about

[Chorus]
Is girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin' lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country ass country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer

[Bridge]
Yeah, girls, trucks, ice cold beer
Dirt roads, rippin' lips, Jon Boats, John Deeres
Bird dogs and buddies, country ass country
It's all music to my ears
Yeah when did it become such a crime around here

(Outro)
To talk about blue jeans, dixie cups
Friday night lights and Hank cranked up
Bonfires and Natty's
My momma and my daddy
Yeah, all them thangs I love
Yeah, when did it become such a crime around here
To talk about girls, trucks, and ice cold beer