Letra de Full Throttle (Remix)

Guess who it is, back with the Bandits
Colt Fricking Ford and them haters can't stand
Redneck Godzilla, ain't nobody realer
Hard like concrete, here comes the big killer
I'm that guy that y'all can hear coming
Redneck boy with hank junior bumping
I'm that guy that's rolling jacked up
Y'all know who it, y'all need need the back up
The only way I run is full throttle
Like a country girl you can keep your model
And keep your glass, I drink out the bottle
Kiss my country ass is my motto
Kiss my country ass is my motto

Backroad renegade, ditched the highway
Straight out the gate always did things my way

Riding down the country road
Singing along to David Allan Coe
Slinging mud high in the sky
There ain't no place that we can't ride
Full throttle, wide open
Running off 'shine, the swamper's smoking
This is how we live and this is how we ride
Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive

There's lightning in my mason
And thunder in my pipes
That sunset I've been chasing
Yeah I was born to ride
I'm addicted to them highways
Yeah I love the country roads
I'm addicted to doing things my way
Got whiskey in my soul

Jacked up off my apple pie
I've seen my tires light up like the fourth of July
I'm off to John Deere Green, man I'm so high
Hit the back road flying in a jacked up four by
Tailgate shaking, truck nut swinging
Blacked out window false gate banging
Pass me the lightning, I'm drinking till sunshine
Bootlegging booze running all through my bloodlines
Roadkill Cali, smash through the valley
Jacked up dive bar, Mustang Sally
Playing out the jukebox, girls all around me
I'm living like an outlaw, you've probably heard about me
Backing on up like a Tonka truck
Baby got a body, make a honkey stuck
Tank top trucker hat and all tatted up
She got the whole damn bar all jacked up

Riding down the country road
Singing along to David Allan Coe
Slinging mud high in the sky
There ain't no place that we can't ride
Full throttle, wide open
Running off 'shine, the swamper's smoking
This is how we live and this is how we ride
Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive

In my mason got my 'shine
Life is racing in overdrive
Off the highway country roads
Living my way so here we go

Riding down the country road
Singing along to David Allan Coe
Slinging mud high in the sky
There ain't no place that we can't ride
Full throttle, wide open
Running off 'shine, the swamper's smoking
This is how we live and this is how we ride
Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive