Angaleena Presley, Yelawolf - Country lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Angaleena Presley, Yelawolf - Country lyrics]
This is country country
Country
Souped up, jacked up, turn it up
Feel the love
Trucker hat, western snap, Wrangler jeans
Skoal
In a field, on a boat, on a farm, and a goat
Ride 'em ride 'em hometown, homegrown
This my home
This my town, country country yes sirree
Backroad
Backwoods, bonfire, I'm on fire, firecracker
Fourth of July, white t-shirt, apple pie
Barefoot
Bigfoot, bushy beard, here comes the hook
Whoa whoa, yee haw! Whoa whoa
Country
Turn it on, get it on, bring it on
Les Poissons
Git 'er done, hot dog buns, Chevrolet
Anti-gay
On a beach, up the holler, 'nother song
Good dollar
Cowboy, that's my name, blue jeans
Tight jeans holey jeans, cutoff jeans
Jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans
Dashboard, dry humpin', Hank thumpin'
Country bumpkin country boy, country girl
Thank God I'm a country boy
Long haired country boy and I'm
Out here in the country
Whoo, we're keepin' it country!
Whoa whoa, yee haw! Whoa whoa
Catfish
There used to be a place downtown
Where they threw nut shells on the floor
But they cleaned up and went corporate
And now I don't go there no more
My mama bartended that place
When it was a dive and alive
But they sold it out to retire
And chase that American Pie
Now we got no Hank and Johnny
No Waylon playin', Dwight Yoakam on radio
Just a crazy load of these country posers
I suppose a couple are real
But they'll never make it
So thank God for Sturgill Simpson
'Cause Music Row can fuckin' save it
But, I'm fuckin' gettin' it son
A hollow tip following chumps through
Tennessee with the remedy
You should be gettin' some
Slumerican boss, Shooter Jennings
A new beginning a rude awakening for you who
Fakin' the music industry out
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Country oh, country
Yeah and fishin'
Fishin' yee haw!
Country
Souped up, jacked up, turn it up
Feel the love
Trucker hat, western snap, Wrangler jeans
Skoal
In a field, on a boat, on a farm, and a goat
Ride 'em ride 'em hometown, homegrown
This my home
This my town, country country yes sirree
Backroad
Backwoods, bonfire, I'm on fire, firecracker
Fourth of July, white t-shirt, apple pie
Barefoot
Bigfoot, bushy beard, here comes the hook
Whoa whoa, yee haw! Whoa whoa
Country
Turn it on, get it on, bring it on
Les Poissons
Git 'er done, hot dog buns, Chevrolet
Anti-gay
On a beach, up the holler, 'nother song
Good dollar
Cowboy, that's my name, blue jeans
Tight jeans holey jeans, cutoff jeans
Jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans
Dashboard, dry humpin', Hank thumpin'
Country bumpkin country boy, country girl
Thank God I'm a country boy
Long haired country boy and I'm
Out here in the country
Whoo, we're keepin' it country!
Whoa whoa, yee haw! Whoa whoa
Catfish
There used to be a place downtown
Where they threw nut shells on the floor
But they cleaned up and went corporate
And now I don't go there no more
My mama bartended that place
When it was a dive and alive
But they sold it out to retire
And chase that American Pie
Now we got no Hank and Johnny
No Waylon playin', Dwight Yoakam on radio
Just a crazy load of these country posers
I suppose a couple are real
But they'll never make it
So thank God for Sturgill Simpson
'Cause Music Row can fuckin' save it
But, I'm fuckin' gettin' it son
A hollow tip following chumps through
Tennessee with the remedy
You should be gettin' some
Slumerican boss, Shooter Jennings
A new beginning a rude awakening for you who
Fakin' the music industry out
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Country oh, country
Yeah and fishin'
Fishin' yee haw!