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| Country fried, baptized in gravy |
| I can’t wash off what the good Lord made ya |
| No matter how far that highway goes |
| An old dirt road’ll get you home (c'mon!) |
| If you see it in their eye when they try to lie |
| If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind |
| Then I’m right there wit’cha, put your drinks up high |
| For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey) |
| I’m out here on a thousand acre plot of land |
| And I can’t hear 'em hatin' on me, I’m a modest man |
| Talkin' with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan |
| And when he talk I listen to him, that’s a lot of man (pops!) |
| He said we need to take it back to the root of it |
| I put on for the country, that’s the truth of it |
| I’m talkin' last millenium we was reppin' it |
| Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!) |
| We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate |
| Full of cold Nattie Light playin' «Satellite» |
| A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay) |
| Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!) |
| The generation of people that love 2Pac |
| And hate, we bangin' it in the boondocks |
| Now put your drink in the air if you ain’t scared |
| Dem folks been doin' that thang, yeah |
| Country fried, baptized in gravy |
| I can’t wash off what the good Lord made ya |
| No matter how far that highway goes |
| An old dirt road’ll get you home (c'mon!) |
| If you see it in their eye when they try to lie |
| If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind |
| Then I’m right there wit’cha, put your drinks up high |
| For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey) |
| See me and Bubba, we’ve been doin' this a long while |
| It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile |
| Hollywood look good, full of fake friends |
| I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!) |
| Time heals, one fell, one came up |
| Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up |
| A lot of talk cousin, I ain’t gotta name 'em |
| They wanna be us, hell I can’t blame 'em (nah) |
| So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate |
| Been doin' this for some years, y’all so late (so late!) |
| Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait |
| Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K |
| Country fried, baptized in gravy |
| I can’t wash off what the good Lord made ya |
| No matter how far that highway goes |
| An old dirt road’ll get you home (c'mon!) |
| If you see it in their eye when they try to lie |
| If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind |
| Then I’m right there wit’cha, put your drinks up high |
| For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey) |
| E’rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?) |
| Now they want some (what) when they ain’t wanted none (oh) |
| And that’s just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?) |
| We did it son (yeah we did it son) |
| We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle (handle) |
| Me and Steven heard they’re loadin' up ammo (ammo) |
| Bumpin' Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo) |
| This white boy really think he Rambo! (Go!) |
| Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though |
| You don’t like it straight to hell is where you can go |
| 12-Pointer hangin' right above the mantle |
| You don’t like the program? Change the channel (woo!) |
| Country fried, baptized in gravy |
| I can’t wash off what the good Lord made ya |
| No matter how far that highway goes |
| An old dirt road’ll get you home (c'mon!) |
| If you see it in their eye when they try to lie |
| If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind |
| Then I’m right there wit’cha, put your drinks up high |
| For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey) |
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