| Rockin' ten thousand volts |
| Killin' that Jack and Coke |
| Rollin' that backwoods smoke |
| I make livin' hard, look too easy |
| Work hard and stand my ground |
| Speak my mind and I say it loud |
| I get up when I get knocked down |
| Best believe me, (come on, come on) it’s too easy (yeah) |
| Fire up your Harley let your ape hangers hang |
| Mix a little bit of spit with a little bit of twang |
| Smash a rebel in a Chevy got somethin' to bang (come on) |
| Hit the critics in the face where the truck nuts swing |
| I worked hard like a farm boy, built what I got |
| Earned every single shot with every stage that I rocked (come on) |
| I keep the suitcase packed with a bottle of Jack |
| I never unload my clothes 'cause I know I’m goin' back |
| Gave the valley CPR brought 'em back to life (woo) |
| Said goodbye to my family, gave a kiss to my wife (yeah) |
| For me it’s hard to swallow how I even survive |
| I put the bottle by the bottle prolly die for this life |
| Oh I’ve been runnin' off shine of that devils road (yeah) |
| Put a finger in the air 'til I started over |
| By the grace of God I’m alive and standin' proud (lets go come on) |
| I’ve been stabbed in the heart from a wicked women |
| But my wounds heal quick and then I hit the road |
| And any town I lay my head now I call home (come on) |
| It’s way too easy |
| Rockin' ten thousand volts (yeah) |
| Killin' that Jack and Coke (come on) |
| Rollin' that backwoods smoke (let's go) |
| I make livin' hard, look too easy |
| Work hard and stand my ground (yeah) |
| Speak my mind and I say it loud (yeah) |
| I get up when I get knocked down (lets go) |
| Best believe me, (come on, come on) it’s too easy (yeah) |
| I tell the doubters go to hell I can lock 'em and load |
| I’m on the Billboard charts while your hopin' to blow |
| I’m drinkin' firewater shots on a copperhead road |
| I got a family full of shiners all across the globe |
| Now I’m roamin' through the jungle I’m a bad moon riser |
| I’m in a travelin' band that just keeps shinin' |
| I been livin' too fast Cali boy survivin' |
| Make a livin' off drinkin', make a livin' off rhymin' |
| Every record exec that kept tellin' me no |
| I got that middle swingin' hangin' out my window |
| So grab your genre and you can label me this |
| Tatted up hell raiser slash outlaw fish |
| Oh from the big city lights to the country side |
| I get fired up from my fans every night |
| And they fuel the drive that burns deep inside my soul (inside my soul, come on) |
| It’s way too easy I guess is what they say |
| This load that I’m on and my life ain’t a game |
| And the fortune and fame and the memories of pain won’t break me (come on) |
| Rockin' ten thousand volts (come on) |
| Killin' that Jack and Coke (yeah) |
| Rollin' that backwoods smoke (lets go) |
| I make livin' hard, look too easy (come on) |
| Work hard and stand my ground (yeah) |
| Speak my mind and I say it loud (come on) |
| I get up when I get knocked down (yeah) |
| Best believe me, it’s too easy |
| Rockin' ten thousand volts (come on) |
| Killin' that Jack and Coke |
| Rollin' that backwoods smoke |
| I make livin' hard, look too easy |
| Work hard and stand my ground (yeah) |
| Speak my mind an I say it loud (lets go) |
| I get up when I get knocked down |
| Best believe me, it’s too easy |
| It’s too damn easy ha ha ha ha |