’97 Chevy in the Red Dirt

[Intro]
Got rust on the door
Got mud on the mirrors
But she still fires up
Loud in my rearview
[Verse 1]
Old white Chevy
’97 paint still flakin’
Bench seat ripped
Cold beer temptation
Two-lane blacktop
Turned brown in the rain
Got them big mud tires
Throwin’ dirt on my name
Tailgate dented
From a Friday night fight
Still hauls my pride
From the day to the night
Country boy pockets
Rap dreams on my mind
But that old V8
Keepin’ me in my prime (yeah)
[Chorus]
My old white ’97 Chevy
Big mud tires sittin’ heavy
Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready
She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady
Windows down, whole town can hear me
Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me
If you lookin’ for me, come and get me
I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy
[Verse 2]
Got a dog in the back
Girl in the front
Sticker on the glass
Say “Raised in the rough”
Gas gauge broke
So we roll by faith
Prayin’ that the fumes
Get us back to the place
Where the creek run red
With that Georgia dirt
Got a Bible on the dash
Got a stain on my shirt
From that first cold sip
When the sun went down
Every scratch on this truck
Got a story in the sound (yeah)
[Chorus]
My old white ’97 Chevy
Big mud tires sittin’ heavy
Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready
She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady
Windows down, whole town can hear me
Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me
If you lookin’ for me, come and get me
I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy
[Bridge]
From the backroad dust
To the Walmart lights
Hit the back lot
Spin circles all night (skrrt)
Ain’t rich, but this
My throne on wheels
That cracked-up dash
Know how I feel (uh)
[Chorus]
My old white ’97 Chevy
Big mud tires sittin’ heavy
Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready
She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady
Windows down, whole town can hear me
Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me
If you lookin’ for me, come and get me
I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy (yeah)
I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy

rap, Country-rap crossover with male vocals; twangy acoustic riff over a head-nodding trap groove, fat sub and tight snares. Verses ride a swaggering half-time bounce with slide guitar flourishes; chorus opens up with stacked gang vocals, stomps and claps, and a singalong hook. Subtle fiddle lines weave through the bridge, final chorus adds ad-libs and extra harmonies for a rowdy, festival-ready finish., country