Demun Jones, Upchurch - My Own lyrics
[Demun Jones, Upchurch - My Own lyrics]
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
The kids in the trailer park, after dark
Underneath the streetlight shootin'
Some basketball
Momma, daddy in the house
Smokin' Marlboro reds
'Til the damn nicotine shows up on the wall
Daddy lookin' drunk as a skunk
Stumblin' some
Catchin' a buzz, just fightin' the fuzz
Like what's up
Some of these kids never seen love
So they search through the soundwaves
In them fuckin' iPhone buds
I got a couple neurotic skins in
My town that I check on
Make sure that they been fed
Got a pillow to rest on
Some money in their pocket and
Some wheels to get gone
You're Big Brother Church I ain't
Better than no one
I live by the Bible but also the gun
I was made in the south
And I'm reppin' the mud
These folks in my family don't
Mess with them none
We bleedin' the same except
Whiskey sent blood
Knee deep in muddy water fist
Full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a
Voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows
These folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
Everybody wanted to move out
Graduate high school
Pack a bag and peace out
But little was it known that
You're heart stays home
Draw a plan in my roots I've grown
Rode with Lick for a moment
Then I got my own
Now I'm on stage missin' brick, block
And stone
I hope it was worth the miles
But it all makes sense when
I see their little smiles
When I hear 'em brag about bein' from JC
I wonder if I made a impact
Will they grow when they grown up
Accumulate stuff
Will they realize the truth and give back
There can only be one spot on
The map where you're from
When the game stops workin'
And you still belong
You're name means something forever
In Jones County
And that's the people I'm callin' my own
Knee deep in muddy water fist
Full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a
Voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows
These folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
The kids in the trailer park, after dark
Underneath the streetlight shootin'
Some basketball
Momma, daddy in the house
Smokin' Marlboro reds
'Til the damn nicotine shows up on the wall
Daddy lookin' drunk as a skunk
Stumblin' some
Catchin' a buzz, just fightin' the fuzz
Like what's up
Some of these kids never seen love
So they search through the soundwaves
In them fuckin' iPhone buds
I got a couple neurotic skins in
My town that I check on
Make sure that they been fed
Got a pillow to rest on
Some money in their pocket and
Some wheels to get gone
You're Big Brother Church I ain't
Better than no one
I live by the Bible but also the gun
I was made in the south
And I'm reppin' the mud
These folks in my family don't
Mess with them none
We bleedin' the same except
Whiskey sent blood
Knee deep in muddy water fist
Full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a
Voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows
These folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
Everybody wanted to move out
Graduate high school
Pack a bag and peace out
But little was it known that
You're heart stays home
Draw a plan in my roots I've grown
Rode with Lick for a moment
Then I got my own
Now I'm on stage missin' brick, block
And stone
I hope it was worth the miles
But it all makes sense when
I see their little smiles
When I hear 'em brag about bein' from JC
I wonder if I made a impact
Will they grow when they grown up
Accumulate stuff
Will they realize the truth and give back
There can only be one spot on
The map where you're from
When the game stops workin'
And you still belong
You're name means something forever
In Jones County
And that's the people I'm callin' my own
Knee deep in muddy water fist
Full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a
Voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows
These folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
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