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Jacked Up Trucks - Going Mudding On A Friday Night

Friday night mudding in v8 trucks with lift kits, loaded down coolers, hot girls in lipstick, fireflies and grit. Sounds like a great way to spend a night! Lyrics: Friday sun dropping low in the sky We fire up our trucks and let the horses fly Foot to the floor making the v8 roar straight pipe sound can’t ask for more Diesel humming like a wild heartbeat, Fresh chrome shining but it won’t stay clean. Tailgates down, radios up loud, Coolers popping tops, whole town showing out. We just passed where the dirt stops and the mud begins if your shit ain’t jacked up you ain’t getting here friend Engines revving, mud pit calling our names, Tires spinning fast mud on everything. Wipers are on high but can’t see a damn thing Jacked-up trucks in the mud all night, Headlights cutting through a cloud of red dirt light. Hot girls dancing in Daisy Dukes, Cowboy boots sinking with every move. Lift kits and lipstick, fireflies and grit, Laughing while the whole world gets a little bit lit. Yeah we live it loud, yeah we love it rough, Friday night mudding in our jacked up trucks. Here comes Misty in her brand new truck, her daddy is a lawyer she is spoiled as phuck. She has her foot to the floor getting her thrills not worried about breaking it her daddy pays her bills Her truck sounds mean her truck sounds right you can hear the turbo scream through the dead of night No matter if yer wrong, no matter if yer right Daddies money well spent her truck is phucking tight Jacked-up trucks in the mud all night, Headlights cutting through a cloud of red dirt light. Hot girls dancing in Daisy Dukes, Cowboy boots sinking with every move. Lift kits and lipstick, fireflies and grit, Laughing while the whole world gets a little bit lit. Yeah we live it loud, yeah we love it rough, Friday night mudding in our jacked trucks. Bonfire raging touching the sky Radio playing Skynyrd throughout the night We pass the jar around when the sun goes down We stare at the stars they are all around She leans on my shoulder, says “don’t clean this ride,” Some memories look better with mud on the side. Jacked-up trucks in the mud all night, Engines screaming wild small-town delight. Daisy Dukes, boots, and fearless love, Raised on gravel and never enough. Lift kits and lipstick, red clay pride, If you don’t get dirty then you didn’t do it right. Yeah we live it loud, yeah we love it rough, This is who we are in our jacked up trucks. Sun coming up, tires still spinning slow, Mud on our jeans and nowhere to go. If heaven’s a backroad with a little bit of rust, Hope it’s got a mud pit… and jacked-up trucks. Please check out our other videos on YouTube at    / @mandlmusiccreations   You can also find our music on Spotify, Pandora, Amazon and many other platforms. Thanks for watching!! 📌 Copyright Notice: All music and lyrics are the property of MandLmusiccreations. #countrymusic #newmusic #newcountrysongs #newcountry #mudding #liftedtrucks #storytellingcountry #countrystory