Lyrics
Four-wheel drive. Tank topped off. Monster Mudders ready to bite. Tool box loaded. Cooler packed. Backroad calling. Let's get after that. Got a five-speed manual ready to roll. Got enough tread to swallow a hole. Got the light bar glowing. Got the ditch lights bright. Got the whole crew heading out tonight. Chrome on the bumper. Mud on the frame. Everybody showing up trying to stake their claim. Radio crackling. Voices coming through. "Everybody's waiting, where the hell are you?" Dust in the mirror. Moon overhead. Word is the mud hole's already packed. Engines growling. Tailgates down. Whole damn county gathering around. Throw it deep. Throw it wide. Four-wheel drive. Let it ride. Mud flying way above the hood. If you're coming out tonight you better bring a truck. Throw it deep. Throw it wide. Big tires chewing through the countryside. Some get stuck. Some get lucky. Everybody watching who owns the mud. Got a tow strap. Got recovery hooks. Got a truck built better than it looks. Some talk big. Some talk tough. Then the mud gets deep and they ain't enough. One truck buried up to the doors. Another one charging back for more. Crowd goes crazy. Lights flashing red. Rooster tails flying way over their heads. Mud. Mud. Mud. Mud. Throw it. Send it. Hit it. Again. Truck. Truck. Truck. Truck. Throw it deep. Throw it wide. Four-wheel drive. Let it ride. Bonfire burning. Stars above. Mud on everything that we love. Throw it deep. Throw it wide. Big tires chewing through the countryside. Sun comes up. Night was enough. Good friends. Good times. And I got the truck. Mud on the hood. Mud on the doors. Wouldn't change a single thing. Back home rolling with the sunrise glow. Already thinking about next weekend's show. Original Instrumental: Balance Assembly (2013) Lyrics by Katana~Buck © 2026 Katana~Buck~TBV~ 0602