Jim's Muddy Adventures

Out on the back roads, dust clouds rise. Jim's KRX roars like it's alive.

Big old tires spinnin' round. Mud's his kingdom, he's a clown. He says,

"Why go round when you can go through?" If it's deep and sticky,

that's his cue. Ain't no mud hole Jim won't hit. If it's slingin'

dirt, he's lovin' it. Swampy, sloppy, knee-deep grit.

Ain't no mud hole Jim won't hit. Pond in the pasture,

he'll give it a go. Grandma's garden now's a mud rodeo. The neighbor's lawn,

well, they're still mad. But Jim just grins, he's a drivin'