Shotguns, halter tops   A Firebird from a chop shop   A six pack of ice cold bud   Screaming at the cop   Hey, need another cold one   Can't ya see, can't ya see   What that woman been doing to me      Well, that's Jay in the backseat   Marshall tucker singing on the CD   He's a hick, hey just like me      Hey, country fresh off the farm   Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat   Hey, country, everybody sing   Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh      Check it out, a small town, busted dreams   Turned eighteen, joined the marines   Get a crewcut, a tattoo   Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back   Give or take a war or two   Bootcamp, pushups   You get a gun and ya muscle up   I don't know but I been told   I don't know but I've been told      Hey, country fresh off the farm   Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat   Hey, country, everybody sing   Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh      Two years an ex wife later   I got a job patching up radiators   And the occasional fuel pump   Saving up, moving to the city   There I was working on a Tuesday      When a firebird showing his age   Pulled up to the middle bay   Whatta ya know, it's Jay      Hey, country fresh off the farm   Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat   Hey, country, everybody sing   Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh