Lyrics:
'em to my truck
A Silverado of a chariot
Charlie Daniels, baby
Best believe I'm always wearin' it
Oakley's down low
Smilin' ain't nobody starin' shit
Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a man on Rocky
I've been to Alabama, people, ain't a whole lot to sse;
Skynard says it's a real sweet home, but it ain't nothing to me
Charlie Daniels will tell
is Garth, Clint, Cash or Will or the Charlie Daniel’s Band
I don’t know
Well I give up and turn it off
Silence is my friend
I strike a smoke as I hear
a winner Charlie Sheen (Sheen)
Divide my enemies, I get guap by any means (Mean)
Double G's on me, kinda make me feel complete (Yeah)
Nikes on my feet,
I've been to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see;
Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing to me.
Charlie Daniels will tell you
his whiskey cut
Where Charlie Daniels snatched
That golden fiddle like he owned it son
Where country boys stay snappin'
Like some hungry alligators
and some metal wires
Bumpin' Charlie Daniels and Pride
Up out the K5
Leave you like a shitty text, bitch, "K, bye"
I ain't one to wait
I'm one to end up one
Tennessee Rose I stopped to smell this
It's been along time coming
I can hear that train a chuggin'
Music took me by the hand
Led me to here I stand
Mama
are a coming but they've been here for years
Trying everything from Jesus to Jack Daniels it's the all new American diet
Trying everything from Jesus
of autotune
By the end you'll be wondering too
Who's gonna
Take me back
To them good ol days
Charlie, Willie, Waylon
Mr. Cash and Hank
That boy sure knew how
homie
She gotta show love to my homie
Tryna get down? my homie
Fuck round get killed by my homie
Play enough game by my my homie
I know they heard about
in Tennessee
I was laying there in my bed
A garbage bag around my head
Wishing I was dead, I could barely breathe
I spent the summer trying to
Bring
I'm the one that cannot be unhitched
No sales pitch about bein' rich
Illy killy, I'm twistin' up a Philly
Mix Jack Daniels with a big
Bonfire and actin'
(Travis Tritt/Charlie Daniels)
They'd been high school sweethearts since they were just fifteen
A storybook beginning with the wedding of their
on the keys in that small-town bar
Wasted on Jack Daniel's
Sleeping under the stars
Cause them good ol' boys
From back home in Tennessee
They'll raise their
Church, yeah, huh 615 born and raised bitch
Uh
Who run it in Tennessee well
Let's break down the sections (Aight)
If you walkin' in Memphis it's
Lil
the back window
Charlie Daniel's don't play that fiddle
When a mothafucka like me
Psycho, simple
Apocalyptic, and narcissistic
When you summon a soul
to Georgia like Charlie Daniels, yea haw!
Back in my crib I'm watchin Reba
I hear the helicopters
The police the door down
I get judged by the judge
I got
engines and his name is Earl
He's the Charlie Daniels of the torque-wrench"
I whispered, "Honey let's just go on home
Have some onion rings and watch TV"
Burning up the highway Florida to Tennessee
Cuttin' out a path like a trucker flashin' high beams
Forty years of road doggin blurrin' like
screens but it's still out of focus
Sure we know it's just show biz, but it still seems to surprise us
When they hook us by the mouth and pull us up
gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)
(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in
131 years savage generation
One recipe enough said
Jack Daniels old number 7 B
Quality, Tennessee, sour mash whiskey
Ooh, so many flows
Shit goes,
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