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letra de i do this - cap bailey

[chorus: cap bailey & demun jones]
i do this
keep it muddy and i’m ridin’ in low
i do this
toolbox keep the beers ice cold
i do this
yeah, this is who i am
i got a million skoal cans and a whole lotta land
i do this
smoke stacks and they rollin’ coal
i do this
runnin’ over every car on the road
i do this
yeah, this is who i am
put in a hard days work, i’m a honest man
i do this

[verse 1: cap bailey]
tearin’ through a hay field pops revvin’ up
a little rust on the floor board, that was us, yeah
call it country rich, we ain’t had a lot of money but we had a lot of dip
lifted up chevy got my head in the clouds
kicker rail fives in the back bumpin’ loud
i’m runnin’ from the cop lights, made a quick right
out of sight down a dirt road, story of my life
ain’t a sherrif in town ’bout to catch me
smokin’ backwoods so i’m higher than the jets be
sippin’ iced tea while i creep through a creek
ridin’ in at four-low so the tires don’t sink
i’m in that princeton i roll up
a true mud digger i’m good and that’s why my nose up
these ladies sure love
well boys i think we made it
lookin’ at the city folks you can tell they really do hate us

[verse 2: demun jones]
work once again, man, layin’ these bricks
in ga in july from six to six
it ain’t a million bucks but the money’s enough
to pay the mortgage and get the girls toys and stuff
grew up watchin’ mom and dad work so hard
i couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, do my part
jones county is the only place that we ever lived
it’s the only place that i want to raise my kids
i got two baby girls but i’m makin’ ’em tough
gonna teach ’em how to shoot, and jack up a truck
gut fish, wash dishes, cook, skin a buck
lean on the lord, don’t depend on luck

[verse 3: cap bailey]
rollin’ out four
if i get stuck i’ll come back with the winch and try more
but that won’t stop me
i’m god’s speed in the mud creek
you look at me you see the country
that ain’t pretend
i went again but i came up short
but won’t abort, hit the porch, came back with the torque
i’m muddin’ all night and all day
sittin’ here spinnin’ in place in this old clay, but that’s okay
i’m from the a and my name’s cap
drinkin’ out the well, we don’t need taps
city boys keep back
i prefer chevy not a mabach
bucket seats laid back
i’ll bet all my haters ’bout to hate that
city folks livin’ lies, country folk livin’ right, no disguise
this is who i am, look into these eyes
’til i die i’ma be a country dude
makin’ country moves, and you gon’ love me too

- cap bailey

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