Chris and His Jeep

[Verse] Chris got a Jeep, Pennsylvania plates, Rollin' through the mountains by the crick and gates, Dirt roads callin', where the tall pines sway, Small town life, where he’s known to stay. [Verse 2] Ain't nobody messin' with that man in his ride, Got a heart of gold but fire in his eyes, He don’t take shit, he stands his ground, With his Jeep by his side, he owns this town. [Chorus] Chris and his Jeep, they’re one of a kind, Dirt road rebels, always on the grind, From the mountain tops to the winding streams, Livin' free, chasin' dreams. [Verse 3] Sunrise breaks o'er the mountain ridge, Fishing by the crick or fixing that old bridge, Friends gather ‘round under starry skies, Telling tales and truths, no room for lies. [Chorus] Chris and his Jeep, they’re one of a kind, Dirt road rebels, always on the grind, From the mountain tops to the winding streams, Livin' free, chasin' dreams. [Bridge] Everyone knows Chris, and his famous Jeep, Livin' life simple, but dreams run deep, He’s the heart of this town, where the wild things roam, In his rugged Jeep, he’s forever at home.