Kid Rock and John Daly Rock Out To Tyler Childers’ “Whitehouse Road” Together

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You think some booze was had here?

John Daly and Bob Ritchie…two mythical American legends whether you like them or not.

Golf buddies, beer buddies, making headlines for controversial reasons buddies, Kid Rock and John Daly have become poster boys for the “I don’t give a f-k” approach to life. One thing is for certain – they definitely know how to have a good time.

There’s not a ton of context here (the video is a couple years old), but the duo was filmed jamming out to Tyler Childers’ “Whitehouse Road” on the bus, and if it isn’t a real life “Me And The Boys” meme, then I don’t know what is.

Just guys being dudes. 

How about Bob going shirtless with the overalls?

Tyler Childers – “Whitehouse Road”

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin’ in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin’ when the sun sinks low
That’s about time my rooster crows

I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don’t fret
‘Cause there ain’t been one slow me down, none yet

Get me drinkin’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw ’em in the river and get your fill
We’ve been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin’ and you’ll wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of lords
Or wind up laying on a cooling board

But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
An’ all this runnin’s gonna keep me sane

Get me drinkin’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw ’em in the river and get your fill
We’ve been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
[Verse 5]
When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won’t you sing them hymns while the banjo plays?
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
‘Cause there ain’t been nothin’ ever held me down

Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol’ blues just a different day

Get me drinkin’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw ’em in the river and get your fill
We’ve been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

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