I'm gonna find me a big truck
And drink a beer from a bottle
Buy a house down in Nashville
And some boots that I can model
I'll get a five gallon black hat
And a big belt buckle
A shotgun and gun rack
And some scars on my knuckles
I'm gonna write a country song
And it won't be long 'til I'm on the radio
And when it goes to number one
Gonna fake the fun like a clown in a rodeo
I'm gonna buy me an old farm
And sell the house in the city
Turn on my Southern charm
And if it's fake, ain't it a pity?
I'll talk with an accent
And play guitar with an old twang
Spray on some chaps scent
And get the bucks for my big bang
I'm gonna write a country song
And it won't be long 'til I'm on the radio
And when it goes to number one
Gonna fake the fun like a clown in a rodeo
Radio
Radio
Radio
Radio
