Kickin Up Mud Chords by The Lacs
Tempo:
65.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
C
Ab
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[N] I'm just a country boy with a big old truck.
The only way I ride, I keep it jacked up.
[A] I got some big tires, they make some big [Ab] ruts.
And every time I drive here, I be kicking up gas.
I got that real treat, across the leather seat.
I got [D] two 12s in the back, bumping, coming down the street.
[G] I'm cranking Johnny Cash.
I'm talking man in [A] black.
And if you don't like it, then y'all can kiss my country ass.
30-ounce sticks on my back, gun racks,
see a white tail buck, put him on his [E] back.
Seven millimeter, a 12-gauge shotty.
We ain't trying to get [Gm] drunk or hurt nobody.
Louder, louder, you got a sexy body.
Just get muddy and shake it, shout it.
Crunk in the mud, slap getting drunk, dirty, [G] dancing,
kicking up mud.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [F] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [Gm] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking [Bb] up mud in my four [G]-wheel drive.
You let me loose, let me go.
I got to go find that mud hoe.
Feel so sweet, I just creep.
I call it my real varietal.
Better bring your boat, bring your chain.
We get riled [Gm] up when it starts to rain.
Like, oh [G] my, look at that truck.
I bet you a bid that he won't get stuck.
I pull up [Ab] slow, pull up nice.
Mickey Thompson, 45.
[Eb] Pretty little girl with some tanned up thighs,
asking me if she can [G] ride.
Like, what you think, girl?
Hop on in.
Pick the hole, we're not driving in.
Florida gas, we slip and slide.
Dang that truck behind.
[Gm] Kicking up mud, big truck, [G] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Kicking up mud, big truck, [Gm] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
[Gm] Kicking up mud in my four [C]-wheel drive.
I [D] got your power going, super slumpers poking out [G] the side.
I'm sitting in town, holler at me [Gm] if you're wanting to ride.
I'm missing all these [Ab] sexy women trying to jump in my truck.
I'm just a rebel [C] riding junkie, and I'm kicking [G] up mud.
[C] Kicking up mud.
I'm [G] kicking up mud.
[Gm]
Kicking up mud.
[Ab] Kicking up [G] mud, now.
[Bbm]
[G] Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
[Gm] [G] [Gm]
[G] [C]
[Gm] Living low, right now.
[C]
[N] I'm just a country boy with a big old truck.
The only way I ride, I keep it jacked up.
[A] I got some big tires, they make some big [Ab] ruts.
And every time I drive here, I be kicking up gas.
I got that real treat, across the leather seat.
I got [D] two 12s in the back, bumping, coming down the street.
[G] I'm cranking Johnny Cash.
I'm talking man in [A] black.
And if you don't like it, then y'all can kiss my country ass.
30-ounce sticks on my back, gun racks,
see a white tail buck, put him on his [E] back.
Seven millimeter, a 12-gauge shotty.
We ain't trying to get [Gm] drunk or hurt nobody.
Louder, louder, you got a sexy body.
Just get muddy and shake it, shout it.
Crunk in the mud, slap getting drunk, dirty, [G] dancing,
kicking up mud.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [F] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [Gm] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking [Bb] up mud in my four [G]-wheel drive.
You let me loose, let me go.
I got to go find that mud hoe.
Feel so sweet, I just creep.
I call it my real varietal.
Better bring your boat, bring your chain.
We get riled [Gm] up when it starts to rain.
Like, oh [G] my, look at that truck.
I bet you a bid that he won't get stuck.
I pull up [Ab] slow, pull up nice.
Mickey Thompson, 45.
[Eb] Pretty little girl with some tanned up thighs,
asking me if she can [G] ride.
Like, what you think, girl?
Hop on in.
Pick the hole, we're not driving in.
Florida gas, we slip and slide.
Dang that truck behind.
[Gm] Kicking up mud, big truck, [G] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Kicking up mud, big truck, [Gm] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
[Gm] Kicking up mud in my four [C]-wheel drive.
I [D] got your power going, super slumpers poking out [G] the side.
I'm sitting in town, holler at me [Gm] if you're wanting to ride.
I'm missing all these [Ab] sexy women trying to jump in my truck.
I'm just a rebel [C] riding junkie, and I'm kicking [G] up mud.
[C] Kicking up mud.
I'm [G] kicking up mud.
[Gm]
Kicking up mud.
[Ab] Kicking up [G] mud, now.
[Bbm]
[G] Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
[Gm] [G] [Gm]
[G] [C]
[Gm] Living low, right now.
[C]
Key:
G
Gm
C
Ab
A
G
Gm
C
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] I'm just a country boy with a big old truck.
The only way I ride, I keep it jacked up.
[A] I got some big tires, they make some big [Ab] ruts.
And every time I drive here, I be kicking up gas.
I got that real treat, across the leather seat.
I got [D] two 12s in the back, bumping, coming down the street.
[G] I'm cranking Johnny Cash.
I'm talking man in [A] black.
And if you don't like it, then y'all can kiss my country ass.
30-ounce sticks on my back, gun racks,
see a white tail buck, put him on his [E] back.
Seven millimeter, a 12-gauge shotty.
We ain't trying to get [Gm] drunk or hurt nobody.
Louder, louder, you got a sexy body.
Just get muddy and shake it, shout it.
Crunk in the mud, slap getting drunk, dirty, [G] dancing,
kicking up mud.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [F] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [Gm] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking [Bb] up mud in my four [G]-wheel drive.
You let me loose, let me go.
I got to go find that mud hoe.
Feel so sweet, I just creep.
I call it my real varietal.
Better bring your boat, bring your chain.
We get riled [Gm] up when it starts to rain.
Like, oh [G] my, look at that truck.
I bet you a bid that he won't get stuck.
I pull up [Ab] slow, pull up nice.
Mickey Thompson, 45.
[Eb] Pretty little girl with some tanned up thighs,
asking me if she can [G] ride.
Like, what you think, girl?
Hop on in.
Pick the hole, we're not driving in.
Florida gas, we slip and slide.
Dang that truck behind.
[Gm] Kicking up mud, big truck, [G] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Kicking up mud, big truck, [Gm] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
[Gm] Kicking up mud in my four [C]-wheel drive.
I [D] got your power going, super slumpers poking out [G] the side.
I'm sitting in town, holler at me [Gm] if you're wanting to ride.
I'm missing all these [Ab] sexy women trying to jump in my truck.
I'm just a rebel [C] riding junkie, and I'm kicking [G] up mud.
[C] Kicking up mud.
I'm [G] kicking up mud.
_ _ [Gm]
Kicking up mud.
_ [Ab] _ Kicking up [G] mud, now.
[Bbm] _
[G] Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ Living low, right now.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[N] I'm just a country boy with a big old truck.
The only way I ride, I keep it jacked up.
[A] I got some big tires, they make some big [Ab] ruts.
And every time I drive here, I be kicking up gas.
I got that real treat, across the leather seat.
I got [D] two 12s in the back, bumping, coming down the street.
[G] I'm cranking Johnny Cash.
I'm talking man in [A] black.
And if you don't like it, then y'all can kiss my country ass.
30-ounce sticks on my back, gun racks,
see a white tail buck, put him on his [E] back.
Seven millimeter, a 12-gauge shotty.
We ain't trying to get [Gm] drunk or hurt nobody.
Louder, louder, you got a sexy body.
Just get muddy and shake it, shout it.
Crunk in the mud, slap getting drunk, dirty, [G] dancing,
kicking up mud.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [F] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to [Gm] the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
Kicking [Bb] up mud in my four [G]-wheel drive.
You let me loose, let me go.
I got to go find that mud hoe.
Feel so sweet, I just creep.
I call it my real varietal.
Better bring your boat, bring your chain.
We get riled [Gm] up when it starts to rain.
Like, oh [G] my, look at that truck.
I bet you a bid that he won't get stuck.
I pull up [Ab] slow, pull up nice.
Mickey Thompson, 45.
[Eb] Pretty little girl with some tanned up thighs,
asking me if she can [G] ride.
Like, what you think, girl?
Hop on in.
Pick the hole, we're not driving in.
Florida gas, we slip and slide.
Dang that truck behind.
[Gm] Kicking up mud, big truck, [G] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
Kicking up mud, big truck, [Gm] big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, [G] right now.
[Gm] Kicking up mud in my four [C]-wheel drive.
I [D] got your power going, super slumpers poking out [G] the side.
I'm sitting in town, holler at me [Gm] if you're wanting to ride.
I'm missing all these [Ab] sexy women trying to jump in my truck.
I'm just a rebel [C] riding junkie, and I'm kicking [G] up mud.
[C] Kicking up mud.
I'm [G] kicking up mud.
_ _ [Gm]
Kicking up mud.
_ [Ab] _ Kicking up [G] mud, now.
[Bbm] _
[G] Big truck, big tires, slinging mud to the sky.
Living low, right now.
Kicking up mud in my four-wheel drive.
[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ Living low, right now.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _