City Boy Stuck Songtext
von Granger Smith

I burn that dirt, hug that road
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12-gauge cock, shift down low
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole

Up ahead, something ain′t right
It ain't a deer in my KC lights
Oh, sweet Jesus, a city boy Prius
Slingin′ up mud, so I start a singin'

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he′s spinnin′, spinnin', spinnin′, spinnin', spinnin′ them tires

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I′m rollin' on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!


Back and forth, the mud got thicker
Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
Runnin′ his mouth, getting all pissed
When you should have bought a car that you don′t plug in

I got a shotgun
Ridin' shotgun, no room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a cold one on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He′s worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he's spinnin′, spinnin', spinnin′, spinnin', spinnin' them tires

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn′t bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I′m rollin' on, rollin′ on by, yee-yee!


Hey, city boy, I'm Earl Dibbles Jr.
I′m a country boy
You're a long way from town to be runnin′ your mouth
You see them smooth tires spinnin' like that?
That's why we use nothin′ but mud tires, four-by-four
You got your hair slicked back in your skinny jeans
Collar popped up, and your car′s itty-bitty
Better turn around and go back to the city, yee-yee!

Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I'ma pop this top, while I holler
Whoa, whoa
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar
Whoa, whoa
I′ma pop this top, while I holler

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
He's worthless as a one-point buck
He never heard of a four-wheel drive
Now he′s spinnin', spinnin′, spinnin', spinnin', spinnin′ them tires

Hey! (Hey!)
The city boy is stuck
Penny-loafers didn′t bring no luck
Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin′ on, rollin' on by, yee-yee!

He don′t put a good dip in
Don't crack a cold one
Don′t fix a tree, don't rope stuff
Don't shoot a gun
Barbed-wire tattoo don′t even go all the way around
Yee-yee!