Lyrics:
Well I ain't got no job
Dried out as a corn cob
Because I got those Western Kentucky Blues
Everything I had, I had to lose
Picked up a couple
Born and raised in Kentucky dawg
We some dirty south boys
In love with Jesus and Ball
Born and raised in Kentucky Dawg
Where the sun shine bright
chicken
Mustard western barbecue sauce,
Dip a tender in and become a boss
Well, I met a man in the state of Kentucky
And he said this life was biscuits
Short muzzle
Pointed fangs and strange red eyes
That frighten them to the soul
The Spottsville Monster
Midnight howling
In the western Kentucky
She belongs back in western Kentucky
Or maybe somewhere in Tennessee
Far from home there's a way to her body
Though she's wind-blown and slightly
Mama's grippin' on her hip on the fifth of May
In a photo daddy took on a humid day
In a town that's anyone's guess
Way out in western Kentucky
[Ron Clutch]
I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget
Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it"
City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky
cups
Well I guess it's only right
'Cause I stepped in like I just woke up
Fresh trim low cut
Imma catch you in the end like a western
Woah
You're
Through Chicago, Indiana, and Kentucky
Cause I wanna see, where the country legends come to be
With the birth of every song I have heard
I wanna dance
dome
He's the Player of the Year, and Kentucky's home
MVP of the Sweet 16, hall of fame
He's the GOAT! Travis Perry's his name
From the logo, he's
turn"
The girl's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, have a turn"
The G.O.A.Ts call me to the side like, "Can we have a word?"
I could've fronted but I did
And the covered wagon rolled right along
We left Kentucky on the tenth of May
Pappy said, ""I'll see that we eat every day
Mammy, you just grease the skillet
If we
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often
I killed a goat with folks I met one summer in Kentucky
I chopped its head off with an axe. It came off clean, I was first time lucky
We split it
When I was a child, my family would travel
Down to western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often
You're Kentucky straight
Bourbon on your lips
Bonnie in your eyes
Dolly in your hips
There's rumors going 'round
Behind every swingin' door in
try to be the goat
To be the best is a nigga goal
My Motivation is to chase the ghost
Fuck love
Try to be a goat
Fuck love
Try to beat a goat
So I say
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often
When I was a boy, my family would travel
Down to western Kentucky where my parents were born
To a lost little town there that's all but remembered
When I was a boy my family would travel
Inta' Western Kentucky where my parents were born
To a lost little town there that's often remembered
So many
Or in Lexington, Kentucky, playing for the sound guy
I've been living in these old Levi's jeans
Burning up cigarettes and gasoline
So keep 'er moving down
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often
Born in the valley
And raised in the trees
Of western Kentucky
On wobbly knees
With mama beside you
To help you along
You'll soon be
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