[Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones]

We're goin' off road (Uh), way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways

Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway

Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway (Uh)

Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]

I've got my boys and my beard, they got toys jacked up to here

Got room for a load of white tail in the rear, get a ladder 'cause you gotta climb up in here

Ain't talkin' 'bout deer, and y'all know it, yeah we goin' off road for sure

It's time for the boys with the rounds to blow it, where you see the convoy, don't follow it

Let's just roll, roll, way back off the highway where nobody knows

Corn rows and the sun shinin' bright right through the pine trees, that's where you'll find me

Light breeze, Yeti on freeze, 71 Z's and Betty's on these

Rockin' the states, Canadians overseas, refugees, Thai friends and Chinese

Hit the web store for tanks and tees, with the logo on it please and thanks for the cheese

Everything a JC boy needs, like feedin' my chicks, Red Wing's and Realtree's

Ammunition's for AR-15's with a bump stock jumpin' like backward jeans

Yeah, that's me, the one choppin' down trees, flippin' through high capacity magazines

[Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones]

We're goin' off road (Uh), way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway

Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway (Uh)

Throw on some Hank (Upchurch), let's crank it like it's Friday

[Verse 2: Upchurch]

Where's the keys to my four-wheeler? I'm about to tear this whole track up

Tony Stewart these fuckin' punks, no breaks, all I know is gas, son

Me and Demun in a K5 with a brush guard like a freight train

We gon' party hard in this cornfield, let the KC lights just guide the way

To a dead end road in the game reserve where them shotgun shells ain't even heard

Where the pot plants grow and the moonshine burns and the cops don't go 'cause of shit they heard

Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands (Hands), dirty work puts money in the pants (Pants)

Red Camaro, turbo with the trans (Trans), dashboard rockin' two tanned up legs

Never had a chance to come roll up fresh, paint jobbin' on my truck with some Walmart cans

Camouflage on them dents baby I'm that man, turnt up like a bunch of fuckin' Nascar fans

Shit, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby, behind the seat Benelli with the shottie

Me and Jones about to crank the party, hope you rockin' on some Mickey Thompson's

[Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones]

We're going off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh)

Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh)

Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh)

Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)

Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome)

Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh)

Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday

[Outro: Demun Jones]

I got my chrome

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I got my chrome

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I got my chrome

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I got my chrome

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