I thank the good Lord for the Good Directions in my life

The interstates traveled, crossing state lines into Sweet Home Alabama and Rocky Top

A one-man Convoy, almost Blown Away

The wind calls Take Me Home, Country Roads

Atop a Wagon Wheel, I ride

Copperhead Road and White House Road

Passing an ole’ Hicktown

That rushing air makes me feel like a Brand New Man

Just like that riverbank on the Chattahoochee

Where I went Fishing In The Dark

There was the Redneck Yacht Club

On that Pontoon, as we bounce Up Down

I think to myself, I Should’ve Been A Cowboy

Riding into Amarillo By Morning 

Or an International harvester

I recall my loved ones and our famed Family Tradition

Standing beneath that rock face, I Wish Grandpas Never Died

I wish we could have Five More Minutes

His stories had to have been Something to Talk About

When The Sun Goes Down, Let’s Build A Fire

Let’s talk about how When It Rains, It Pours

How it pours Loud And Heavy and Where The Green Grass Grows

Our favorite things such as a big ole’ Firecracker and Gunpowder & Lead

About how we are all Rednecker than each other and about how we are true Holler Boys

The Gambler, Where I Come From, and the revenge shot Courtesy Of The Red, White And Blue

My truck that is John Deere Green and that old beach Roller Coaster

These squatted trucks and how That Don’t Impress Me Much

How you gotta get a little Mud On The Tires and that tasty Chicken Fried

About how Mama Tried and that It’s A Great Day To Be Alive

How none of us are Fancy and all dread our 9 To 5

But I realize, I’m In A Hurry (And I Don’t Know Why)

After all, It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere and I’m not here for a long time

I’m Here For A Good Time