Upchurch - Cheatham County lyrics

[Upchurch - Cheatham County lyrics]

Man, these boys think they got me, ha ha
You ain't got shit son
I'm the Lane Frost of this shit
So bring ya ass on then (Hell yeah)

I'm on my country boy shit
Hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy
Lift kit about a couple feet
Roots in my boots and I
Ain't gotta prove shit
Follow me down to my woods boy
And hop off in these sticks

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County
Boy them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter

When I started from the bottom
Now ya' honky got a buzz on
Pabst Blue Ribbon
Crankin' up a thumpin' country song
Tailgatin', drinkin' beer
Rollin' up that greenery
Shootin' at the ducks while they
Passin' by my scenery
I came up from nothin' now my
Face in more than 50 states
Pedal to the metal
I ain't even go and tap the brakes
And I ain't from the city
I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes
Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain't
Time to go and fake it woo

Now let me pop that clutch
Ain't your man with a plan
Though that always crunch
I'm that motherfuckin' Hoss now
With zero trust
Rollin' through your damn city in
This bucket of rust (Hell yeah)

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County
Boy them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter

Nashville born, small hick town raised
On the edge of Music Row, corn field
Wind sways
Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket
Still blaze
Everything gets dirty tryna' pave that way
I ain't never had a hand out
Never had a pick me up
Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in
My pickup truck chip on my shoulder
Rockin' me a heavy farmers tan
Honeys treat me lovely 'cause
I'm popular on Instagram
Haters say I'm fakin' shit
Say I'm not famous, barely lit
When I didn't have the management to
Make sure that I'm well equipped
So fingers up and shots on
Me famous and I'm 23 self made son
Country boy from middle Tennessee

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County
Boy them three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world
'cause America's my daughter

(Hell yeah)

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