Riding down a back street, windows down
Big truck, that country boy style
Hit the boulevard with the radio loud
Walking tall, I am running this town
I'm riding down a backstreet, windows down
In my big truck, that country boy style
Hit the boulevard with the radio up loud
I'ma walking tall, I am running this town

Riding down a backstreet
Roaches in the ashtray, yeah
Livin' in the fast lane (Livin' in the fast lane)
Buying booze with the loose change
(Buying booze with the loose change)
Got your hair in the wind
And you're lookin' for a friend
Let's hit this gin up again
Got a beer in her hand
And she loves rock bands
Rock-a-zam, rock-a-zam

Riding down a back street, windows down
In my big truck, that country boy style
Hit the boulevard with the radio up loud
I'ma walking tall, I am running this town

I'm walking tall with them big balls
'Cause I run the town
'Cause I shut it down
You know boy from the backwoods
Fill an ounce of pine with a 5th of crown
Got a big ol' truck and it's jacked up
You'll hear her scream when I kick it down
Bruise the tail from the backside
These country parts, we gets down

I'm riding down a backroad
Chewing on a dub
Middle finger out the window
Watching for the law
I went from having nothing
Now, I'm learning how to ball
If I want it, I got it
Go and get it
I'm an outlaw

Outlaw like John Gotti
Give him a country boy and I keep shining
Give a pistol pump, then a knee slump
They'll be in the swamps for the right price
Then change the channel, I'ma make it great
Like my name Trump, but I think fast
I run the town, these rest trash
And that, little buddy, is a fact, Jack

Riding down a back street, windows down
Big truck, that country boy style
Hit the boulevard with the radio loud
Walking tall, I am running this town
I'm riding down a backstreet, windows down
In my big truck, that country boy style
Hit the boulevard with the radio loud
I'ma walking tall, I am running this town