Neal McCoy - Got Mud Lyrics

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Got Mud

Got Mud Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Got Mud By Neal McCoy?
Yeah, we're farmers' sons an' preacher's boys
Small town with big toys Call us fools or call us brave On rainy nights, we parade In four wheel drives, the girls in jeans too tight Ain't no drive dirt, there ain't no dust Got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete Got mud, yeah, we got mud We spend days at the lake Kickin' back an' soakin' rays Sunburn, it ain't no fun I'd trade a day in the sun for a good downpour That's what we're prayin' for We know every time it rains on us Got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete Got mud; we got mud Whoo, who's playin' that thing? A good downpour That's what we're prayin' for We know every time it rains on us We got mud, no fear (No fear) Bocephus, cold beer We bounce, we slide (We slide) We sing while we ride We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete We got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete Got mud, we got mud Mmm, got mud Yeah, we got mud (Got mud no fear) (Got mud no fear) I like to get dirty, you know what I mean (Got mud no fear) We got mud |
Who Wrote Got Mud By Neal McCoy?
Criswell, Niemann
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What's The Duration Of The Got Mud By Neal McCoy?The duration of Got Mud is 2:51 minutes and seconds. |
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