Demun Jones, Upchurch, Adam Calhoun - Country lyrics
[Demun Jones, Upchurch, Adam Calhoun - Country lyrics]
Deep beneath the fallen leaves
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doin'
A truck bed dance
That firewater drippin' in a
Couple glass jugs
Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
There ain't no mistaken where
We all come from
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Yeah boy!
Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
Make a city boy say "Bubba
We ain't want none"
Damn right you don't want it 'cause
We come by the pack
Square body Chevys and some white
Boys with some tats
I got a pistol like the one
From Dirty Harry you know
No permit but I still pack
It everywhere that I go
So watch me stomp in the dust
Square dance on the game
Jam out to Chattahoochee while I
Sip on the drink
So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger
You can give it to fame
Hollywood ain't for me if you
Know what I'm sayin'
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Hell yeah! Bunch of redneck, rough face
Hard lookin' ass came from the wrong side
Of the motherfuckin' tracks
That's no lie Bubba
That's the way of life 'round here
Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap
Hillbillies on the front porch
Bumpin' our shit old cars in the front yard
Needin' to be fixed
Old dog chained to a big tree in the back
Talk shit if you want
He was trained to attack
I was raised the same way
By my grandfather around the way
He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang
Got that barrel smokin' leave you open
You just hopin' you don't die
Don't approach him you'll be chokin' from
The smoke when bullets fly
I'd rather be calm like the
Leaves in the fall
Watch 'em change colors on the
Front porch with my dog
Listen up real close I'mma say this one time
Country ain't just a state
It's my state of mind
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Is any rednecks in the house?
They don't really want it man
It must be a joke
We gettin' jiggy in the boonies
You can tell from the smoke
Lightin' the flame to this
Whole god damn thing
Just crank it up loud and you
Can see what I'm sayin'
And keep an open mind
We got a class to teach
It ain't no Panama City but
More bikinis than the beach
Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city
MSNBC said 12 million at least
And that's twice as many boots
Stompin' straight on that ass
And that's twice as many trigger
Fingers ready to blast
I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne
We rollin' deep off in
This bitch, Calhoun, Church, jones
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doin'
A truck bed dance
That firewater drippin' in a
Couple glass jugs
Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
There ain't no mistaken where
We all come from
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Yeah boy!
Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
Make a city boy say "Bubba
We ain't want none"
Damn right you don't want it 'cause
We come by the pack
Square body Chevys and some white
Boys with some tats
I got a pistol like the one
From Dirty Harry you know
No permit but I still pack
It everywhere that I go
So watch me stomp in the dust
Square dance on the game
Jam out to Chattahoochee while I
Sip on the drink
So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger
You can give it to fame
Hollywood ain't for me if you
Know what I'm sayin'
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Hell yeah! Bunch of redneck, rough face
Hard lookin' ass came from the wrong side
Of the motherfuckin' tracks
That's no lie Bubba
That's the way of life 'round here
Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap
Hillbillies on the front porch
Bumpin' our shit old cars in the front yard
Needin' to be fixed
Old dog chained to a big tree in the back
Talk shit if you want
He was trained to attack
I was raised the same way
By my grandfather around the way
He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang
Got that barrel smokin' leave you open
You just hopin' you don't die
Don't approach him you'll be chokin' from
The smoke when bullets fly
I'd rather be calm like the
Leaves in the fall
Watch 'em change colors on the
Front porch with my dog
Listen up real close I'mma say this one time
Country ain't just a state
It's my state of mind
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country
Is any rednecks in the house?
They don't really want it man
It must be a joke
We gettin' jiggy in the boonies
You can tell from the smoke
Lightin' the flame to this
Whole god damn thing
Just crank it up loud and you
Can see what I'm sayin'
And keep an open mind
We got a class to teach
It ain't no Panama City but
More bikinis than the beach
Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city
MSNBC said 12 million at least
And that's twice as many boots
Stompin' straight on that ass
And that's twice as many trigger
Fingers ready to blast
I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne
We rollin' deep off in
This bitch, Calhoun, Church, jones
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains
Come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh oh oh in the country