Stay riding dirty
Lift ’em up sky-high
Whistling when we fly by
Stay riding dirty, dirty
Ride, ride
Down south to the west side!
I got my Stanley full of bucked up bourbon
There ain’t a single trail, when I ride, that I ain’t swerving
And I feel so alive
When I’m flying through the night
It’s how we’re doing ‘round here
We got nothing but love for everyone of us out here
That are covered in mud
And so alive when we’re flying through the night
Stay riding dirty
Lift ’em up sky-high
Whistling when we fly by
Stay riding dirty, dirty
Ride, ride
Down south to the west side!
We’re riding dirty ‘round Jones county
You should come see me bring it on down, if you ‘bout it
Oh, you better believe me them greyhounds getting rowdy
It’s where you wanna be
If you like to get loud, then we got what you need
Them southern boys, proud, strong
And we’re ‘bout to get lit and crank this crazy-ass crowd
Now, you’ll never forget
Yeah. We’re the kings of the county
Mobbing through the sticks
And we built so much steam
Ain’t no stopping the ship
Stay riding dirty
Lift ’em up sky-high
Whistling when we fly by
Stay riding dirty, dirty
Ride, ride
Down south to the west side!
Pismo glamis mud to the sand
5th-wheel Chevy and a can-am
Mud bog mamma make it clap-clap
When you’re on that Yamaha
Brap, brap
Out here, we’re high like a lodgepole pine
Choking on smoke like kudzu vine
Ziploc back strap homemade shine
Shit more potent then turpentine
Whiskey, pistol, diesel, whistle
Built ford tough like tritip gristle
Running and gunning and we’re up all night
Like a cattle hauler rolling down I-5
Stay riding dirty
Lift ’em up sky-high
Whistling when we fly by
Stay riding dirty, dirty
Ride, ride
Down south to the west side!
Down south to the west side!
West side!
Down south to the west side!
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