The Lacs, Nate Kenyon - City Boy's Nightmare lyrics
[The Lacs, Nate Kenyon - City Boy's Nightmare lyrics]
Got a long list of little things I love a lot
You can kick it off of my fishin'
Pole or my huntin' dog
His name is Blue like my collar
Or Bud Light can
He's a red nose, I'm a redneck
We make damn good friends
I live simple man, Skynyrd style
Free as a bird
No my sweet home ain't Alabama
But I damn sure be keepin'
Turnin' these big wheels
Carry me home to see my kin
On that county line and them double
Wides down where that river bends
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
Been feelin' down so I call my boys
For a little pick me up
Moonshine jug in the back of the truck
I fill it with my Dixie cup
Tear it up, you know what's up
Let's see if we can hit that rut
Kickin' up mud, pass that jug
Let's see if we can get it stuck
I ain't backin' up baby
(Nah) , I'm goin' all the way
Mud is slingin'
Folks are singin' call it redneck holiday
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
City boy crowd when the path went right
Little bit different than
The Nashville lights
It's a backwoods ride, sang to the place
But we only see snakes when
The grass gets high
Here, get a cold beer, little shindig
Redneck dime can't find any brochure
Listen here now young buck
You gon' get stuck if you don't
Switch it into low gear
When there ain't no hope
Man you just gotta know
Some folks ain't country
Aww buddy don't look at me funny when I still
Live here and I got a little money
See The Lacs Live get tickets as low as $44
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare city boy's nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare city boy's nightmare
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
You can kick it off of my fishin'
Pole or my huntin' dog
His name is Blue like my collar
Or Bud Light can
He's a red nose, I'm a redneck
We make damn good friends
I live simple man, Skynyrd style
Free as a bird
No my sweet home ain't Alabama
But I damn sure be keepin'
Turnin' these big wheels
Carry me home to see my kin
On that county line and them double
Wides down where that river bends
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
Been feelin' down so I call my boys
For a little pick me up
Moonshine jug in the back of the truck
I fill it with my Dixie cup
Tear it up, you know what's up
Let's see if we can hit that rut
Kickin' up mud, pass that jug
Let's see if we can get it stuck
I ain't backin' up baby
(Nah) , I'm goin' all the way
Mud is slingin'
Folks are singin' call it redneck holiday
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
City boy crowd when the path went right
Little bit different than
The Nashville lights
It's a backwoods ride, sang to the place
But we only see snakes when
The grass gets high
Here, get a cold beer, little shindig
Redneck dime can't find any brochure
Listen here now young buck
You gon' get stuck if you don't
Switch it into low gear
When there ain't no hope
Man you just gotta know
Some folks ain't country
Aww buddy don't look at me funny when I still
Live here and I got a little money
See The Lacs Live get tickets as low as $44
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare city boy's nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare city boy's nightmare
With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa i'm livin' the dream in
A city boy's nightmare