Rough & Ready
(Wiseman / MacKichan / White)
Yeah
Alright boys follow me
Mostly in A
Stay with me now
Listen up this is philosophical
Mud grips - white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhard racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4x4 - straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt - Ain't afraid to work
Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty-boy" smirk
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Work boots - one blue suit
Size too small - won't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks - gets hitched
Thats a bitch – that makes me itch
Up with sun - off on the run
Makin' money money - cause I wanna have fun
5 o'clock whistle - off like a missile
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool - 'cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall - and she goes great with
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby
Ahh, Here’s Johnny (Fiddle solo)
Just like that
Ah, here you go Grodo
I ain’t never heard nothin’ like that
Well you are who you are
That's all right with me
But I am who I am
That's all I can be
I like
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby
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