Big Ugly Wheels (Live) - Beat Farmers

You know how we roll it up like Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Old school, straight country gold here That's just the way that we roll here (that's how we roll here) Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Green heads, white tails and long beards (long beards) Long johns, Jon boats and John Deere (John Deere) We stick to shit that we know here Big wheels, back roads and cold beer To get inside, you gotta jump We goin' green handle at the pump And you can hear us before we rollin' up If it's like that where you're from Come on and say Big wheels, back roads, and cold beer Old school, straight country gold here That's just the way that we roll here Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Green heads, white tails and long beards (long beards) Long johns, Jon boats and John Deere (John Deere) We stick to shit that we know here Big wheels, back roads and cold beer 22s and 33s, yeah Outside dirty, inside clean We are drinkin' Natty like it's lean Holla back if you know what I mean, yeah 'Cause we rollin', we rollin', we rollin' it all night (we rolin') We go and we go and we go at it all night In them out skirt, skirts and we all about that life If you're raised that way, y'all raise 'em up high for Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Old school, straight country gold here Daddy's farm, it ain't gettin' sold here Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Green heads, white tails and long beards Long johns, Jon boats and John Deere We stick to shit that we know here Big wheels, back roads and cold beer Aw yeah, big wheels, back roads and cold beer

The ghosts from these western lands Are gonna rise up against These English sands Like a tumbleweed On a reckless course These barb wire fences Can't keep us apart Where are the heroes That sang them old songs You recognize a hero 'Cause he don't belong We gave up our youth And model railroad trains Picked up guitars and We changed our names With experience of a tortured youth You turn up the music and Go in search of the truth Times are gettin' tougher and there's no turnin' back Times are gettin' tougher and those are the facts They come by the thousands each and every day They had no one to turn to so we turned them away Put their brightest remarks on these dressing room walls Now they waste away in nightclubs and dusty pool halls Prospects were high till provisions ran low Now they sleep beneath the moonlight under blankets of snow A life is a high price to pay for these kicks Stay outta the desert and keep off Route 46 It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills Hear the screams of the souls through the hills of Palisades Down in Rock Canyon they're diggin' up the graves The old church is gone some fool set a blaze Climb the top of Chautauqua check the lights of LA All things are different though nothin' has changed You can still find old empty beer bottles In the brush that burned away It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills