Kicking up Dust

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Boy will be boys, just us and our toys.
Just hanging out, always making noise.
Not a care in the world, making on choice.
Care free living, southern raised boys. 
Running through town, with hell to raise.
Then Sunday morning, waiting to praise.
Work all week, working in a daze.
Waiting on the weekend, leave work in the haze.

Kicking up dust, blowing that smoke.
Out in a place nobody knows.
Friday night lights, as the fire flys glow.
Cracking those beer, boy do they flow. 
Music way up loud, in the back of my truck. 
Out in the woods not giving a what.
The night is alive and the party is up. 
We out here just kicking up dust. 

As we drive down the road, people stop and they stare.
Arm hanging out the window, cracking a beer.
All the ladies wave, but we don’t care.
Till they hop in truck, as they damn near bare.
Hitting the creek, for the summertime air.
Getting asked what are we doing, and say we don’t care.
We can wrestle in the mud, I triple dog dare.
Life getting great, in the southern atmosphere. 

Kicking up dust, blowing that smoke.
Out in a place nobody knows.
Friday night lights, as the fire flys glow.
Cracking those beer, boy do they flow. 
Music way up loud, in the back of my truck. 
Out in the woods not giving a what.
The night is alive and the party is up. 
We out here just kicking up dust. 

Boat parties, house parties, we get the vibe.
Stay up all day, party all night.
Get a tap on the shoulder, says your that guy.
Darlin, I’ll be your guy for the price. 
She’s got a beer in her hand, and a tied up shirt.
Looking in her eyes, trying not to flirt.
She the type to make your heart hurt.
But it’s summertime, let’s place in first.

Kicking up dust, blowing that smoke.
Out in a place nobody knows.
Friday night lights, as the fire flys glow.
Cracking those beer, boy do they flow. 
Music way up loud, in the back of my truck. 
Out in the woods not giving a what.
The night is alive and the party is up. 
We out here just kicking up dust.