Justin Moore - What I know lyrics
[Justin Moore - What I know lyrics]
I've got one pair of Levis one pair of boots
The only time I've ever worn a suit
Is when I laid my dear old
Daddy down in the ground
I've got grease on my hands
And dirt between my toes
I've been runnin' bare feet since
The day I was born
And my best friend growin' up
Was my blue tick hound i ain't no poser
My roots run deep and when I'm on stage
I only sing
Songs 'bout pickup trucks
Getting stuck in the mud
Drinkin' cold miller light with my uncle bud
Back seat heavy breathin' lovin'
With the radio on
Going too long on a Saturday night
And waking up Sunday morning hating life
Getting up Monday and going
Where ya gotta go!
I don't sing about everything
I sing about what I know
I was California dreamin'
And cranking it loud
When some long haired pretty boy
Was running his mouth
And said can't you play nothing besides
Them twangy songs so I put down my guitar
And turned to the band
Said boys keep me covered
I might need a hand
I stepped off stage and said
That kinda stuff just hit's me wrong
It was over in a minute
I got back on the mic and said
All y'all can leave, if you don't like
Chorus songs 'bout pickup trucks
Getting stuck in the mud
Drinkin' cold miller light with my uncle bud
Back seat heavy breathin' lovin'
With the radio on
Going too long on a Saturday night
And waking up Sunday morning hating life
Getting up Monday and going
Where ya gotta go!
I don't sing about everything I
Sing about what I know
The only time I've ever worn a suit
Is when I laid my dear old
Daddy down in the ground
I've got grease on my hands
And dirt between my toes
I've been runnin' bare feet since
The day I was born
And my best friend growin' up
Was my blue tick hound i ain't no poser
My roots run deep and when I'm on stage
I only sing
Songs 'bout pickup trucks
Getting stuck in the mud
Drinkin' cold miller light with my uncle bud
Back seat heavy breathin' lovin'
With the radio on
Going too long on a Saturday night
And waking up Sunday morning hating life
Getting up Monday and going
Where ya gotta go!
I don't sing about everything
I sing about what I know
I was California dreamin'
And cranking it loud
When some long haired pretty boy
Was running his mouth
And said can't you play nothing besides
Them twangy songs so I put down my guitar
And turned to the band
Said boys keep me covered
I might need a hand
I stepped off stage and said
That kinda stuff just hit's me wrong
It was over in a minute
I got back on the mic and said
All y'all can leave, if you don't like
Chorus songs 'bout pickup trucks
Getting stuck in the mud
Drinkin' cold miller light with my uncle bud
Back seat heavy breathin' lovin'
With the radio on
Going too long on a Saturday night
And waking up Sunday morning hating life
Getting up Monday and going
Where ya gotta go!
I don't sing about everything I
Sing about what I know