Lyrics:
Might sound a little crazy
I guess it's something that they put in my whiskey down in Tennessee
So here's your country song
Throw some boots
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills
I decided I would write a country song
I'm an old rock 'n' roller, what could go wrong
My Nashville friend said let me see what you got
I said, is it
I live out in the country used
To hang on old Pond Creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa used
To cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn
Country Town
East of the border line
Where I grew up and the rivers flow with moonshine
Where I belong in the fresh air, I'm on my way
Mountains remind me
What kind of spell is this
That you've cast on me with your kiss
Its like I've lost all control of my senses
Its just not like me, to give in so
Verse 1: (JC Moonshine)
Smokin weed I’m drinkin shine I’m riding round this country town/ making my rounds me and my next of kin we moving green by
and smoke loud
It's that backwoods, gotta get it by any means kind of livin'
I've junked metal, painted houses, done some crooked shit even
But I ain't even
black by design, black boy, black be the true color of my eye
Black skin, black everything, I'm black mighty black boy fly
Black Thought be my favorite
I'm Country Raised, ahh ahh ahh (x4)
VERSE 2:
Bama born and raised country roots in my veins
Moonshine by the bottle better hope it don't break
time
Tryna save a little money
To keep my love alive
To keep my love alive
So let's sip a little moonshine
By a blue-ridge mountain stream
Oh, babe,
moonshine up in my cup
Now I'm Creepin real slow cause I got a little buzz
Now bend it on over let me see you back it up
If you think can handle it, I'll
Got a cute little number in my backseat said she like country boys and that's me.
She wanna slow ride the Chevy all night till the sunrise in
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
thank you and Ma'am."
I ain't what I ain't but I am what I am
Hey, I'm country
I was born and raised in it
I'm country
That's my kind of living
White
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now God don't like it
I'm drunk again, excuse the hiccup
The redneck originator, rollin' in my pick up
Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks
And where I come from mud
Let me out of this mother fucking house God Damnit
Home Schooling, Zoom meetings. Can’t stand it
Going to the supermarket dressed like a bandit
Let
north again
Out here in the country, far from town or city
I'll take my final stand, me and my pal Whiskey
Out here by my cabin, I'm living off the land
amounts
I look and smell of money so
What the hell you talking bout
Rattlesnake tail stiched into my hat band
Appeal to country folks not your average
pole
Down by a honey hole
If it's a bar or a girl
Or a town in this world
Give me the country kind
I'll take it every time
It's my kind of paradise
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