Mud Got Me Like That

Sippin' on root beer in the back of my truck
Drove through mud, then I got stuck
Called a friend to try my luck
But as you know this ain’t fun

'Cause I told him to hurry
And not to worry
About it

And it ain’t his fault
The reason I called
For a foolish thing I did

And ya know what? (Know what)
Mud got me like that

Now we’re two guys sippin' on our root beer
Wondering how we got here
I guess we’ll get our heads clear
And end it here with a cheers

And I guess we’ll pro'ly
Just go out and party
All day on this truck

Invite friends over
Like the cowboys and ropers
And turn the music up

Let’s pretend we’re drunk
'til the cops show up
And try to shut us down

Blast music in their ears
'til thеy’re far from here
Far from this town

And ya know what? (Know what)
Mud got mе like that