City Boys Nightmare (feat. Nate Kenyon) Song Lyrics

Got a long list of little things I love a lot
You can kick it off of my fishin' pole or my huntin' dog
His name is Blue like my collar or Bud Light can
He's a red-nose, I'm a redneck, we make damn good friends
I live simple man, Skynyrd style
Free as a bird, no my sweet home ain't Alabama
But I damn sure be keepin' turnin' these big wheels
Carry me home to see my kin
On that county line and them double wides down where that river bends

With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Whoa oh whoa
I'm livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare

Been feelin' down so I call my boys for a little pick me up
Moonshine jug in the back of the truck
I fill it with my Dixie cup
Tear it up, you know what's up
Let's see if we can hit that rut
Kickin' up mud, pass that jug