Lyrics:

Breaker, breaker, all trucks in the way back
Callin' all coolers to the brown bag
This ain’t no six pack sittin' in the floorboard
It's the kinda night you need at least ten for
And?if?you?get in a?bind on your?way out
And that four-wheel drive gets sunk down
And that red clay grounds up to the door
Call a buddy that’s what you got ten for

If you're thinkin' I'm a certified son of a gun
Haul a whole lotta country in my old half ton
Work like a dog 'til the work gets done
Give the beer off my back if you ain't got none
If you think I got a bad case of good ol' boy
Well, you're damn right, buddy, that’s a big 10-4

Yeah, baby’s lookin' good in her Wranglers
She’s sweeter than a strawberry acre
She gets it from her mama and the Good Lord
And th?re's more that I could give h?r a ten for

If you're thinkin' I’m a certified son of a gun
Haul a whole lotta country in my old half ton
Work like a dog 'til the work gets done
Give the beer off my back if you ain't got none
If you think I got a bad case of good ol' boy
You're damn right, buddy, that's a big 10-4, come on

Yeah

If you're thinkin' I'm a certified son of a gun
Haul a whole lotta country in my old half ton
Work like a dog 'til the work gets done
Give the beer off my back if you ain't got none
If you think I got a bad case of good ol' boy
Well, you're damn right, buddy, that's a big 10-4
Yeah, you're damn right, buddy, that's a big 10-4

Think I've had too many, time to take it to the house
I say, roger that, 10-4, over and out