Upchurch, Bottleneck, Chandler Roberts - Pass that Jar Around lyrics
[Upchurch, Bottleneck, Chandler Roberts - Pass that Jar Around lyrics]
Let the BandPlay
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around (Church)
Don't pass me the jar, shit
Just hand me the smoke
Shit everybody and their mama know
I love rollin' stoned
But hell the mamas and daughters be
Ragin' at all the shows
Titties bouncin' up and down in
The first three rows
But I ain't nobody special
Shit I'm a country Caucasian
And you can catch me at the river
Windows up and I'm blazin'
With a cutoff shirt, sunburnt
Dog I'm really from the thickest parts
Don't hang out in my town
Ain't nothin' but the local Walmart
The only Targets I see are
Riddled with rounds of lead
And that ain't nothin' but practice for
When I aim at crackheads
So watch your ass when you stroll in
The town that I was raised in
Might find your ass disintegrated at the
Bottom of the pig pen
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
(Yes sir)
Well pass me the jar boy
'cause I ain't scared
I got a million fuckin' honkeys
And their necks all red
I got a little piece of land
Deep down in the cut
Where we grow our own, tobacco
Put the diesel in jugs
Break out that old six string
And play us some riffs
While the still keeps the beat
And the moonshine drips
And you can hear the pick and
Clear on the river tonight
I've been known to shake the bushes
And shoot out the light
Motherfuckin' redneck nation
You know we run shit
So pile your ass up in a truck
Let's get lit and shoot shit
So pass me the jar
(yeah) and light up the smoke
I'll pop the top off this bitch
And then let it go (that's right)
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around (Church)
Don't pass me the jar, shit
Just hand me the smoke
Shit everybody and their mama know
I love rollin' stoned
But hell the mamas and daughters be
Ragin' at all the shows
Titties bouncin' up and down in
The first three rows
But I ain't nobody special
Shit I'm a country Caucasian
And you can catch me at the river
Windows up and I'm blazin'
With a cutoff shirt, sunburnt
Dog I'm really from the thickest parts
Don't hang out in my town
Ain't nothin' but the local Walmart
The only Targets I see are
Riddled with rounds of lead
And that ain't nothin' but practice for
When I aim at crackheads
So watch your ass when you stroll in
The town that I was raised in
Might find your ass disintegrated at the
Bottom of the pig pen
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
(Yes sir)
Well pass me the jar boy
'cause I ain't scared
I got a million fuckin' honkeys
And their necks all red
I got a little piece of land
Deep down in the cut
Where we grow our own, tobacco
Put the diesel in jugs
Break out that old six string
And play us some riffs
While the still keeps the beat
And the moonshine drips
And you can hear the pick and
Clear on the river tonight
I've been known to shake the bushes
And shoot out the light
Motherfuckin' redneck nation
You know we run shit
So pile your ass up in a truck
Let's get lit and shoot shit
So pass me the jar
(yeah) and light up the smoke
I'll pop the top off this bitch
And then let it go (that's right)
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around