[Verse 1 - Backroad Beat Drop]
Small town livin', yeah, that's our anthem, they call us what they wanna call,
Hillbillies, rednecks, standin' tall, while them city lights gonna stall.
Look up high, that ain't no street lamp glow, that's a crown of stars, so true,
While we're deep in the backwoods, breakin' through.
Forget the pavement, we on dirt trails, ridin' wild and untamed,
When the blue lights flash, ain't no detail, to how we've been framed.
Findin' paths where the blacktop ends, where the law can't even creep,
City folks just prayin', makin' amends, while our four-wheelers go beep.
[Chorus - Country Grind]
'Cause I'm a girl from Grundy County, this rebel crown I proudly wear,
Daddy was a road runner, ain't no denyin' that, I swear.
Stories of them nights, burnin' rubber, tearin' through them timberlines,
Down to the Gulf, leave the world's grubber, just good times and sunshine signs.
With my Grundy County outlaws, yeah, ridin' on this runaway flow,
Mud flyin' high on these four-wheel claws, feelin' good, watchin' the corn grow.
[Verse 2 - Woods Life Rhythm]
In these woods, echoes linger, from those stripped down, rusty rides,
Every dent, every finger, points to those outlaw tides.
By the little white church, where that old oak stands so strong,
Under the moon, our hearts search, for where we truly belong, all night long.
Ain't about no trouble makin', just escapin' the daily grind,
Guitars in the back, heartbeats shakin', leavin' worries far behind.
Strummin' out them blues, under the starlight's gleam,
No need for city views, this country life's our dream.
[Chorus - Country Grind]
'Cause I'm a girl from Grundy County, this rebel crown I proudly wear,
Daddy was a road runner, ain't no denyin' that, I swear.
Stories of them nights, burnin' rubber, tearin' through them timberlines,
Down to the Gulf, leave the world's grubber, just good times and sunshine signs.
With my Grundy County outlaws, yeah, ridin' on this runaway flow,
Mud flyin' high on these four-wheel claws, feelin' good, watchin' the corn grow.
[Verse 3 - Sunset Flow]
Sun sinkin' low, paintin' the sky in fire, gold, and red,
Hearts as wide as the Ohio, ain't no fearin' what's ahead.
Gravel road dust, that's our perfume, as we cruise these county lines,
Grundy County's our room, where peace and freedom intertwine.
Let the outsiders whisper, let 'em judge, let 'em frown,
They ain't seen this chapter, the best little hidden town.
Right here in Grundy, moments collide, easy and slow,
Livin' this life, with nothin' to hide, watchin' the river flow.
[Chorus - Country Grind]
'Cause I'm a girl from Grundy County, this rebel crown I proudly wear,
Daddy was a road runner, ain't no denyin' that, I swear.
Stories of them nights, burnin' rubber, tearin' through them timberlines,
Down to the Gulf, leave the world's grubber, just good times and sunshine signs.
With my Grundy County outlaws, yeah, ridin' on this runaway flow,
Mud flyin' high on these four-wheel claws, feelin' good, watchin' the corn grow.
[Outro]
Mud flyin' high... Grundy County sky... just ri
