Lyrics

[Verse]
Bobby Joe's got a truck that's big as the moon,
Rolling down the dirt road, sounds like a tune,
With mudflaps swinging, got mama's name in script,
Heading to the county fair, lips getting dipped.

[Verse 2]
She's got backfat spilling out of her old blue jeans,
But Bobby Joe don't care, says she's a queen,
When she wiggles her buttflaps, it's a sight to see,
They're the pride of this here hillbilly dream.

[Chorus]
Backfat, buttflaps, and mudflaps too,
Life’s a whole lot sweeter with a barbecue,
In a small town where the tractors rule,
It's just backfat, buttflaps, and mudflaps, true.

[Verse 3]
Got a barn dance tonight, and the crowd's real thick,
Johnny’s got his guitar, gonna pick that lick,
Bonfire blazing, corn on the cob,
With every note he plays, hearts start to throb.

[Verse 4]
Even Sally Mae with her wide-brimmed hat,
She’s got a laugh so loud, it'll split you in half,
They're all talking 'bout their tales and mishaps,
And their favorite stories 'bout backfat and buttflaps.

[Chorus]
Backfat, buttflaps, and mudflaps too,
Life’s a whole lot sweeter with a barbecue,
In a small town where the tractors rule,
It's just backfat, buttflaps, and mudflaps, true.