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Never thought you'd leave the city, move out to the sticks Till you saw a hillbilly with a six-inch lift On an F-250, thought: Damn, I gotta get me one of those And some land, crank some Charlie Daniels Band Now you're headed down to Georgia, maybe Mississippi Next time you stop, better go on and get you Some WD-40 and a 4WD Six PBRs and some '93 George S-T-R-A-I-T A little chew to chaw, country girl to fall Head over heels in L-O-V-E For your Bass Pro hat and your cut-off sleeves If you wanna be country, all you really need Is some WD-40 and a 4WD Some WD-40 and a 4WD, yeah, yeah Tell 'em somethin', Jimmie Get used to your surroundings and give it some time Then the coyotes howlin' won't keep you up at night Once you break in your Justins, buddy, just trust me You'll wear 'em to work, drag some dirt in the church But for now, I guess let's stick to the basics Till you find out how far you wanna take it With some WD-40 and a 4WD Six PBRs and some '93 George S-T-R-A-I-T A little chew to chaw, country girl to fall Head over heels in L-O-V-E For your Bass Pro hat and your cut-off sleeves If you wanna be country, all you really need Is some WD-40 and a 4WD Some WD-40 and a 4WD, yeah You got a lot to learn, but we can get to that Like the fires and the shine and the gun in a rack The garden out back and the dogs runnin' loose You'll get there, just look at you With some WD-40 and a 4WD Six PBRs and some '93 George S-T-R-A-I-T A little chew to chaw, country girl to fall Head over heels in L-O-V-E For your Bass Pro hat and your cut-off sleeves If you wanna be country, all you really need Is some WD-40 and a 4WD Some WD-40 and a 4WD, come on Come on Oh Hey, hey