| I do this |
| Keep it muddy and I’m ridin' in low |
| I do this |
| Toolbox keep the beers ice cold |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| I got a million Skoal cans and a whole lotta land |
| I do this |
| Smoke stacks and they rollin' coal |
| I do this |
| Runnin' over every car on the road |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| Put in a hard days work, I’m a honest man |
| I do this |
| Tearin' through a hay field pops revvin' up |
| A little rust on the floor board, that was us, yeah |
| Call it country rich, we ain’t had a lot of money but we had a lot of dip |
| Lifted up Chevy got my head in the clouds |
| Kicker rail fives in the back bumpin' loud |
| I’m runnin' from the cop lights, made a quick right |
| Out of sight down a dirt road, story of my life |
| Ain’t a sherrif in town 'bout to catch me |
| Smokin' Backwoods so I’m higher than the jets be |
| Sippin' iced tea while I creep through a creek |
| Ridin' in at four-low so the tires don’t sink |
| I’m in that Princeton I roll up |
| A true mud digger I’m good and that’s why my nose up |
| These ladies sure love |
| Well boys I think we made it |
| Lookin' at the city folks you can tell they really do hate us |
| I do this |
| Keep it muddy and I’m ridin' in low |
| I do this |
| Toolbox keep the beers ice cold |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| I got a million Skoal cans and a whole lotta land |
| I do this |
| Smoke stacks and they rollin' coal |
| I do this |
| Runnin' over every car on the road |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| Put in a hard days work, I’m a honest man |
| I do this |
| Work once again, man, layin' these bricks |
| In Ga in July from six to six |
| It ain’t a million bucks but the money’s enough |
| To pay the mortgage and get the girls toys and stuff |
| Grew up watchin' mom and dad work so hard |
| I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, do my part |
| Jones County is the only place that we ever lived |
| It’s the only place that I want to raise my kids |
| I got two baby girls but I’m makin' 'em tough |
| Gonna teach 'em how to shoot, and jack up a truck |
| Gut fish, wash dishes, cook, skin a buck |
| Lean on the Lord, don’t depend on luck |
| I do this |
| Keep it muddy and I’m ridin' in low |
| I do this |
| Toolbox keep the beers ice cold |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| I got a million Skoal cans and a whole lotta land |
| I do this |
| Smoke stacks and they rollin' coal |
| I do this |
| Runnin' over every car on the road |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| Put in a hard days work, I’m a honest man |
| I do this |
| Rollin' out four |
| If I get stuck I’ll come back with the winch and try more |
| But that won’t stop me |
| I’m God’s speed in the mud creek |
| You look at me you see the country |
| That ain’t pretend |
| I went again but I came up short |
| But won’t abort, hit the porch, came back with the torque |
| I’m muddin' all night and all day |
| Sittin' here spinnin' in place in this old clay, but that’s okay |
| I’m from the A and my name’s Cap |
| Drinkin' out the well, we don’t need taps |
| City boys keep back |
| I prefer Chevy not a Mabach |
| Bucket seats laid back |
| I’ll bet all my haters 'bout to hate that |
| City folks livin' lies, country folk livin' right, no disguise |
| This is who I am, look into these eyes |
| 'Til I die I’ma be a country dude |
| Makin' country moves, and you gon' love me too |
| I do this |
| Keep it muddy and I’m ridin' in low |
| I do this |
| Toolbox keep the beers ice cold |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| I got a million Skoal cans and a whole lotta land |
| I do this |
| Smoke stacks and they rollin' coal |
| I do this |
| Runnin' over every car on the road |
| I do this |
| Yeah, this is who I am |
| Put in a hard days work, I’m a honest man |
| I do this |