I Don't Drive a Truck

Where I come from all the roads are flat No 4-wheel drive in my Pontiac Didn't have corn fields, no red clay Just a bunch of oranges, sand and waves I never owned a cowboy hat, or had a Realtree jacket on But my resume's a country mile long 'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night Circled 'round under moonlight With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no Driving fast down long dirt roads Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but I don't drive a truck Well I've never hunted, but I've caught some Specks Out on the St. John's River with some real rednecks I drink my sweet tea out of Mason jars Got a couple cars that won't start parked in my front yard You might say it's not the South but boy I'm telling you My Chuck's get just as muddy as your boots 'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night Circled 'round under moonlight With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no Driving fast down long dirt roads Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but I don't drive a truck I'm still about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night Circled 'round under moonlight With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no Driving fast down long dirt roads Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but I don't drive a truck Don't drive a truck I never owned a truck I don't drive a truck