[Chorus]
Mount up if you got a big truck that's jonesin.
Speaker for it, better turn it up.
You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy,
if the system ain't b**pin, if somebody ain't b*****.
The muddy muddy.
[Verse 1]
Get up, camo, dip, ride. Pack of peaches in my four wheel ride.
Black, yoda, hidin my hometown you can't hide.
Stacked local, just ride. Fore you know country folks show up.
Lean now, tipsy side, get a swig of real moonshine.
Real treat, camo covered, muddy sneakers, ladies love it.
Greys there, of the puppies. Muddy south, fancy yuppies.
Earth grow, ridin daily. Night time shining maybe.
You can ride, don't tell nobody. We ain't tryina get locked up.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
We don't need no dance floor to get this thang jumpin, cause the bed of my big black truck keeps em comin.
Dixie dimes on the back. Oh, can't you best believe.
This your buddy from the muddy so don't hate me.
Drink til noon then refil the igloos. Sodas if you don't, brew if you do.
Bomb the Yaeger. I'm the best, man yeah you heard right.
Mud tight, get lit like a ball field all night.
Cut off skimpy, shake it like a pom-pom. Mud digger come get some.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Party Georgia Jones county, country boys livin rowdy.
Rep your woods, raise your right. Fly Ole glory on the side.
If you proud, best salute. Aim your guns up and shoot.
Rifle rack in the back, three-o-eight and a double duece.
Know I'm back in the muddy, back in truck. Drop it in low and never stuck.
Nice ride but mine is better. Platinum package inside with leather.
Cow girls, come on in. Plenty room bring your friends.
Cabby soon be fillin up. Muddy south, we livin it up.
Chorus (x2)
Mount up if you got a big truck that's jonesin.
Speaker for it, better turn it up.
You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy,
if the system ain't b**pin, if somebody ain't b*****.
The muddy muddy.
Outro (x3)
Back in the muddy, back in the truck.
Mount up if you got a big truck that's jonesin.
Speaker for it, better turn it up.
You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy,
if the system ain't b**pin, if somebody ain't b*****.
The muddy muddy.
[Verse 1]
Get up, camo, dip, ride. Pack of peaches in my four wheel ride.
Black, yoda, hidin my hometown you can't hide.
Stacked local, just ride. Fore you know country folks show up.
Lean now, tipsy side, get a swig of real moonshine.
Real treat, camo covered, muddy sneakers, ladies love it.
Greys there, of the puppies. Muddy south, fancy yuppies.
Earth grow, ridin daily. Night time shining maybe.
You can ride, don't tell nobody. We ain't tryina get locked up.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
We don't need no dance floor to get this thang jumpin, cause the bed of my big black truck keeps em comin.
Dixie dimes on the back. Oh, can't you best believe.
This your buddy from the muddy so don't hate me.
Drink til noon then refil the igloos. Sodas if you don't, brew if you do.
Bomb the Yaeger. I'm the best, man yeah you heard right.
Mud tight, get lit like a ball field all night.
Cut off skimpy, shake it like a pom-pom. Mud digger come get some.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Party Georgia Jones county, country boys livin rowdy.
Rep your woods, raise your right. Fly Ole glory on the side.
If you proud, best salute. Aim your guns up and shoot.
Rifle rack in the back, three-o-eight and a double duece.
Know I'm back in the muddy, back in truck. Drop it in low and never stuck.
Nice ride but mine is better. Platinum package inside with leather.
Cow girls, come on in. Plenty room bring your friends.
Cabby soon be fillin up. Muddy south, we livin it up.
Chorus (x2)
Mount up if you got a big truck that's jonesin.
Speaker for it, better turn it up.
You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy,
if the system ain't b**pin, if somebody ain't b*****.
The muddy muddy.
Outro (x3)
Back in the muddy, back in the truck.