Lyricist: Christopher Lee, Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Tyler Smith   Composer: Christopher Lee, Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Tyler 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) city boy 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) city boy stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee

Back and forth, the mud got thicker
Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
Run his mouth, gettin' all pissed,
When you shoulda' bought a car that you don't bug in

I got a shotgun, ridin' shotgun
No room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a Colt on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell

Hey (hey) city boy 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) city boy 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 4X4
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

You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar,
I'm a pop this top, while I holler
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar,
I'm a pop this top, while I holler

Hey (hey) city boy 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) city boy 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 the gun,
Barbed wire tattoo don't even go all the way around
Yee yee!

City Boy Stuck (feat. Earl Dibbles Jr.)

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Lyricist: Christopher Lee, Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Tyler Smith   Composer: Christopher Lee, Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Tyler 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) city boy 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) city boy stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee

Back and forth, the mud got thicker
Kick good dirt on his Democrat sticker
Run his mouth, gettin' all pissed,
When you shoulda' bought a car that you don't bug in

I got a shotgun, ridin' shotgun
No room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a Colt on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell

Hey (hey) city boy 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) city boy 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 4X4
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

You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar,
I'm a pop this top, while I holler
You can pop that clutch, you can pop that collar,
I'm a pop this top, while I holler

Hey (hey) city boy 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) city boy 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 the gun,
Barbed wire tattoo don't even go all the way around
Yee yee!