Lyrics:
little country
There's a child with an upbringing kind of like me
Single mother my brother that's all I'd need
cruising down the A40 WestBound
High speed
Pistol loaded it’s in the seat
I’m on a constant tweak but I feel like me
Hurricane creek is my home
By them ol’ train tracks
Where I was raised up
have to use the word hate
When I talk about my countries state?
It's like a kid throwing a tantrum when it wants its way
And our country looks upon us
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
and Sissy kind of
Country gypsy kind of wild thing
Like Keith and Lorrie we were
Writin’ our own story in harmony
Our defenses were comin’ unwound
We both
low
Made my own sound
Mama sure is proud
Born Badass
Had a broken bone
Smoking spliffs now
I'm a Rolling stone
Woods or the country
Love to Get Muddy
the cream of the crop
Plus I need tires for the chevy I’m always burning them off,
I kick it country you can tell it by the way that I talk,
I’m doing me
line dance
And by that I mean
Do some lines then take off my pants
My bad
Didn't know you had a man
Don't give a fuck tho
I'm only here for one night
throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by
throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by
Out here in the country
Where stars they shine
You can even take a walk by moonshine
Though I long to stay
I've just got to go
Where money is
Verse 2 (Yung Pinch)
Up up & away
I’ll be home by midnight
you think I ain’t getting paid?
must be drinking on moonshine
Ya red cup in my hand but this
my lazy eye for the very last time
Waving the infant goodbye
Left with my mom that night
And your sick heart made you cry
And momma's paycheck kind
nights,
Amazing colors of the twilight
Time's kind of passed by
As I remember the past
Where are you now
I cried out at last
Welcome to my country
steady holdin' on
I was born in the country
Round by down the line
I was born in the country
Round by down the line
I ain't never had no complaints
Bout
to a little country place that I know
Drink a little wine, do a little dance
Down by the river, take a little chance
Getting kind of hot, clothes are coming
this is the only cure I know
Yeah I'm headed to the place that feeds my soul
With the kind of feeling that can't be bought
I need a day off gonna take
Ah yeah, you're just one of a kind
I just can't seem to get you off my mind
Your sweet taste drippin all over me
You're a fine liquor, and you're
have no time for jail; fuck Clampett cops; fuck Eldrin Bell
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinking that my city is the big lick for
have no time for jail; fuck Clampett cops; fuck Eldrin Bell
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinking that my city is the big lick for
of my carriage
Stand again on clean Kentucky earth
Taste again that true home cooking
Drink that moonshine alcohol so smooth
Kentucky women, they're so
stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro
And keep your personal feelings home when you bendin'
in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my kind deceased
And It’s crazy we
My head hurts, my feet stink
And I don't love Jesus (oh my Lordy it's that)
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Tryin'
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