Red Dirt Clouds (feat. Ben Burgess) - HIXTAPE, Lee Brice, Randy Houser & HARDY

Used to be you'd see my face On wanted posters all over this town, mm For leading lovers on until the dawn Just ridin' in and rollin' out, mm I never thought I'd get caught Yeah, at least that's what I thought 'Til you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazin' Bang-bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me Bang-bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like Lightnin', ain't tryna fight it Stole this heart, ain't that the truth? Guess that makes you an outlaw too I can't believe you came after me With the crazy reputation that I have, mm It takes a hell of an angel To see the good inside a man so bad But you did I never thought I'd get caught Yeah, at least that's what I thought 'Til you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazin' Bang-bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me Bang-bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like Lightnin', ain't tryna fight it Stole this heart, ain't that the truth? Guess that makes you an outlaw too Yes, it does, baby I was wild as a West Texas wind Wild as a cowboy's ever been 'Til you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazin' Bang-bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me Bang-bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like Lightnin', ain't tryna fight it Stole this heart, ain't that the truth? Guess that makes you an outlaw too

I need to lean on a truck with five old friends Tell old lies and then tell 'em again Ride 33 'til it hits the river Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon's just a sliver Wanna see my name on a dive bar wall Where the ceilings ain't, but the beers are tall There's something 'bout a city like this Makes me miss what I grew up with Red necks, red letters, red dirt One light, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an outback brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away, way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Red necks, red letters, red dirt I need to hear mama pray 'til the rolls get cold For them hometown folks that she says I know My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean It's been too long since I've seen Red necks, red letters, red dirt One light, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an outback brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away, way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Red necks, red letters, red dirt Red necks, red letters, red dirt, oh Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me So I ain't stopping 'til I see Red necks, red letters, red dirt One light, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an outback brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away, way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Red necks, red letters, red dirt, oh Red necks, red letters, red dirt Red necks, red letters, red dirt

Well, I got my first truck when I was three Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door She tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand There's something women like about a pickup man When I turned 16, I saved a few hundred bucks My first car was a pickup truck I was cruising the town and the first girl I seen Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab And said, "I nevеr knew you were a pickup man" You can sеt my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Most Friday nights, I can be found In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge Backed in in my spot at the drive-in show You know the cargo lights give off a romantic glow I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand 'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man A bucket of rust or a brand-new machine Once around the block and you'll know what I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man There's just something women like about a pickup man Aw, drive that pickup now, boys That's about it Ooh-ooh-ooh