Bud Light Sippin'

I go back to somewhere over off of 83 where there's a dirt road and a whole lot of memories Where Jack and Jim and a couple of buds were always hanging around we were cussing, spitting, smoking And dipping. We did it all on this hallowed ground We had time to kill but no money to spend just a cold keg chilling in a trashcan on my tailgate and iced down We'd fill them up and we'd pass them around We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping Striking matches to watch them burn Had alpines in the back seat bumping Tan legs on the tailgate We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up I was maybe sixteen going on twenty-three, had already kicked a few bad habits But there was one drug I couldn't refuse, no matter how many times I'd had it They say the Georgia red clay and a four-wheel drive is like a needle and a spoon to a southern guy Like a pig in the mud or a cow takes to cud, we've all got that wild side We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping Striking matches to watch them burn Had alpines in the back seat bumping Tan legs on the tailgate We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping Striking matches to watch them burn Had alpines in the back seat bumping Tan legs on the tailgate We were singing George Jones and Old Alabama - Yes we were We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping Striking matches to watch them burn Had alpines in the back seat bumping Tan legs on the tailgate We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up Rocking til the sun came up