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Backstory:

There was a place where I grew up in Arizona that they called Froggy Bottoms. We used to go out drinking and racing around the desert on Friday nights. But mudding is bigger than that, so I just applied the same kind of fun to a name that I love.

Lyrics:

                                                  
Froggy Bottom Friday Night

(Verse)
When the week is done, we all take a run, you slam it into second gear.
Hit the pit runnin’, got the engine gunnin’, tryin’ not to spill your beer.
Floatin’ and sinkin’, better keep her movin’, ‘til them mud tires hit the dirt,
Pop up on dry ground, get ‘er turned around, put those horses back to work.

(Cho)
Crank up the weekend,
Bring your four wheel drives if you got ‘em.
Jump off the deep end,
keep your buckin’ truck off the bottom.
It’s pure adrenalin, boy ya better have thick skin, 
Hell of a ride, hold on tight,
Sling a little mud on a Froggy Bottom Friday Night

(Verse)
Burgers are grillin’, the beers are chillin, Charlie Daniels turned up loud.
Billy’s sittin’ on a log, with an old coon dog, we’re a down home kind of crowd,
Tommy’s gettin’ traction, on some backwoods action, with the blonde in the high rise Ford.
Then it’s back to your trucks, gettin’ down in the muck, goin’ back for more, more, more.

(Repeat Cho)

(Bridge)	Happy as a wet mud hen,
Counting them days ‘til were back again.
				
(2nd Cho)	It’s pure adrenalin, boy ya better have thick skin, 
Hell of a ride, hold on tight,
Sling a little mud on a Froggy Bottom Friday Night

(End)
A Froggy Bottom Friday Night!