Lyrics

[Verse]
Matt Bullard's ridin’ down a dusty old road,
No tag on his ride, but that’s just his code.
A 30 pack rattles in the back of his truck,
No license or papers, just livin' pure luck.

[Verse 2]
His 4 runner's rusty, the paint’s peeling bad,
But Matt ain't worried, he’s happy, not sad.
The sun on his face and a grin ear to ear,
The simple life’s calling, it’s all that he steers.

[Chorus]
He ain’t got a care in the world today,
No rules, just beers, and a chill highway.
With the wind in his hair and the sky so blue,
Matt Bullard's got everything, he don’t need brand new.

[Verse 3]
The town folks just stare when he rolls on by,
Whistling a tune like he’s touching the sky.
No suit, no tie, just boots in the dirt,
Ain’t a man alive who could measure his worth.

[Verse 4]
They ask how he’s livin’, so free and so wild,
He says, "Find your road, and live like a child."
A heart full of laughter, a cooler of gold,
That’s Matt Bullard’s story, the best ever told.

[Chorus]
He ain’t got a care in the world today,
No rules, just beers, and a chill highway.
With the wind in his hair and the sky so blue,
Matt Bullard's got everything, he don’t need brand new.