Jelly Roll, Struggle Jennings, Alexander King - Rodeo lyrics

Jelly Roll, Tony, Struggle and all
The plugs plug, ha ha ha ha

I'm the wild card they waitin' on the
One your man been hatin' on
You know I'm a gangster though and
That's why you came along
Come on let's have a drink
Of holler in the swoller
It's that Tennessee shit
Save your problems for tomorrow
I love smokey bars with the neon light
Just show me a honky tonk and I'ma be alright
You ain't never had a man
Do a thing like that rollin' stoned, baby
Home is where I hang my hat
I'm a southern gentleman
So I pull out your chair after that
I take you home and I pull on your hair
As soon as the mornin' come
Well baby I gotta run
Good girls love bad guys
Well baby you got you one

We don't two step, no
We don't turn around and do-si do
But girl if you came here for the rodeo
Then grab your saddle baby here we go
We don't two step, no
We don't turn around and do-si do
But girl if you came here for the rodeo
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

Yeah I'm an outlaw but a southern gentleman
And that feelin' that you
Feelin' is adrenaline
And the guy that you with
He lookin' feminine
Baby need some man in her life
We can get it in ain't my first rodeo
We can go where them other guys can't
Make them sinner out of saints
Turn a good girl bad but she
Looks so good at it
I'ma be the addict, you can be my habit
Got a havoc
Grab your jacket and just climb up
Stars lined up, let's fall in love, eyes shut
Time's up, life's too short for what ifs
And would'ves and could'ves and should'ves
Let's go

We don't two step, no
We don't turn around and do-si do
But girl if you came here for the rodeo
Then grab your saddle baby here we go
We don't two step, no
We don't turn around and do-si do
But girl if you came here for the rodeo
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

Now she say all the right shit
Never bring up the past
She know none of them other
Chicks can mow her grass
Much less, put a stake in that motherfucker
Obvious as hell that they
Faker than motherfucker
She do the rodeo with her hands
Tied and her eyes closed
She slick thicker than Jay Lo
She kinda talks like Reba though
(Reba though)
Whoa, got her hitting high notes
Blowing exotic dro
She look like she sprinkled in pure blow
Before this music shit I was out
Here gettin' these pounds off
Now we sittin' round eatin' shrimp
With the brown sauce
They asked how we did it
Tell 'em we outworked 'em
Even when we got a little
Somethin' we kept workin'
While you're at it tell the promoter
We gon' need couple oz's of the best trees
In your whole scene

Wanna roll up? let's get high
Run around town in she chop lines
I don't mind, I got mine
Hottest in the city, baby I'm on fire