Title: "From Swings to Big Rigs"

It''s another country boy swag production

From the playground swings to the backroad dust,

Now it’s tailgates down and them lifted-up trucks.

Started with a ball, now it’s bonfires lit,

Country boy grown, and I’m proud of it.

Used to ride that bike, chain poppin’ off quick,

Kickin’ gravel down the street, man, I thought I was slick.

Backyard ball games, runnin’ till dark,

Muddy shoes, bruised knees, dogs barkin’ at the park.

Now it’s Friday night lights, and I’m grown with the crew,

Got the cooler in the bed, bumpin’ country rap too.

From monkey bars high to these four-wheel highs,

Life changed lanes, but the roots don’t die.

From the playground swings to the backroad dust,

Now it’s tailgates down and them lifted-up trucks.

Started with a ball, now it’s bonfires lit,

Country boy grown, and I’m proud of it.

Used to dream about the future while I slid down slides,

Now I’m dreamin’ on the highway with a lifted ride.

Used to sip Capri Suns sittin’ out in the shade,

Now it’s longnecks cold where the memories are made.

Playground laughs turned to engines that roar,

From hopscotch chalk to these mud-caked floors.

Still the same kid, just the toys got bigger,

Now it’s dirt road smoke and the bass hit thicker.

From the playground swings to the backroad dust,

Now it’s tailgates down and them lifted-up trucks.

Started with a ball, now it’s bonfires lit,

Country boy grown, and I’m proud of it.

Country boy swag