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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Performer
Jayson Chance
Jayson Chance
Electric Guitar
Dustin Burnett
Dustin Burnett
Vocals
C. Michael Spriggs
C. Michael Spriggs
Acoustic Guitar
Ira Dean
Ira Dean
Vocals
Lindsey Hager
Lindsey Hager
Vocals
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Paul Chapman
Paul Chapman
Bass
Rick Brothers
Rick Brothers
Drums
Steve Poole
Steve Poole
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Cecil
Tommy Cecil
Composer
Jimmy Dulin
Jimmy Dulin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayson Chance
Jayson Chance
Producer
Dustin Burnett
Dustin Burnett
Mixing Engineer
Michael Zuehsow
Michael Zuehsow
Engineer
Bart Busch
Bart Busch
Engineer
Kyle Ginther
Kyle Ginther
Engineer

गाने

[Verse 1]
He's got a backhoe, it's caterpillar yellow
He's a heller of a feller, a drinkin' storyteller
With a DUI, he's illegal to drive
But he legally drinks, and gets illegally high
Then one night while he's up in the sky
He looked at that backhoe, asked himself, "Why not?
I'm gonna drive that thing, it's a loophole, man
This DUI don't pertain
I'm gonna drive it to the bar down on Main Street"
Now he's
[Verse 2]
Diggin'
Got a hot little honey hangin' outta that cab
Diggin'
Got the windows tinted, and a bass tube hittin' it
Diggin'
Creepin' past the po-po, incognito, like Joe Dirt
That's how he's livin', life's a garden, man
And he's just diggin'
[Verse 3]
He's wearin' a cat hat, with the meow-meow kitty
Rolls up in the club, pimpin' like Diddy
With the beer trippin', just sippin' on suds
Puttin' shots back, then trippin' with his buds
He was ten beers in, about twelve o'clock
But to all the girls he was startin' to flock
He said, "Hey ladies, time to go home
We can't stay here, who wants to go?"
About then, the valet pulled that backhoe up
Now he's
[Verse 4]
Diggin'
Got three little honeys hangin' outta that cab
Diggin'
Got the windows tinted, and a bass tube hittin' like
Diggin'
Creepin' past the po-po, incognito, like Joe Dirt
That's how he's livin', life's a garden, man
And he's just diggin'
[Verse 5]
It was about 2:35, on Route 245
He was tryin' to find his address, 255
He was drunk as a skunk, and high as a kite
Swervin' right to left when they flipped the blue lights
Trooper said, "Boy, I ain't tryin' to be hatin'
But you're operatin', intoxicatin', violatin' every bit of the law"
He said, "Nawciffer, naw, I'm just"
[Verse 6]
Diggin'
Look at all of them honeys hangin' outta that cab
Diggin'
With the windows tinted, and the bass tube hittin' like
Diggin'
Beggin' yo, yo, po-po, you gotta let me go, yo, like Joe Dirt
That's how he's livin', life's a garden, man
And he's just diggin'
[Verse 7]
Yo, yo, po-po, you gotta let me go, yo
Yo, yo, po-po, you gotta let me go, yo
Written by: Jimmy Dulin, Tommy Cecil
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