Lyrics:
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days,
don't know where you are
When I was a brakeman riding on the rail
You had another daddy in the county jail
So high powered mama i'm leaving you now
Way up north by the ice bound ocean
I was born I was born
Way up north in the Merrimack county
That's my home that's my home
Hello?
You have a collect call from Fulton County Correctional System
Hey, hey, yo, it's me
Pick up the phone
To accept, press one
learned all my life, cruel England's to blame
And so I'm a part of the patriot game
This Ireland of ours has for long been half free
Six counties lie
Way up north by the ice bound ocean
I was born I was born
Way up north in the Merrimack county
That's my home that's my home
When I was younger
Fresh up out the county, I just rolled another blunt
Heard his head gotta bounty so you know ima hunt
cokes, smokes, and an empty flask
A bunch of good kids trying to act real bad
27 minutes to the county line
A fake ID to get some booze for a while
It was
behind county roads that you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
a carousel
Smith County Fair
Mid September
She walks the midway
And smiles when she remembers
Every show must end
Every circus leaves town
I didn't
Fresh outta county, gotta roll out & get my money
Fresh outta county, I always knew you were acting funny
Fresh outta county, yeah I got em real mad,
Señor, señor
Can you tell me where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in
Born and Raised in the County of Dade (ah)
Born and Raised, born born and Raised,
Born and Raised in the County of Dade. [continues in
the snow so cold & white
'Twas then I vowed to take his ring
And his gold watch & his chain
And the county laid his daddy in the grave
Yes warden,
( operator)
you have a coolect call from the chealy county jail in Memphis, Tennessee from:
Pat(PATS VOICE)
To except charges press 6 (the 6 dial
save us all
Well momma got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Pappa got a job with the TVA
He bought a washing
County road two thirty-three under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me
I've got two miles 'til he makes bail
And if I'm right,
baby please don't go
i be a man and gone
he left the county foam he he had his shackles on
now baby please don't go
now baby please don't go back
came to town
Mama ironed my shirt and daddy let me take the truck
I drove on out to Grapevine and picked old Mavis up
We hit that county line for
No County Rednecks, we livin this life
No County Rednecks, we gonna survive
No County Rednecks, we lookin up high
No County rednecks, we gonna get by
Rolling down, to County Meath, me boys
Rolling down to County Meath
Feel the Stone of Destiny beckon for me
Rolling down, to County Meath
Hail Brian
At minstrel shows
And county fairs
Throughout the South
He spoke with tears
Of fifteen years
How his dog and him
They traveled about
His dog up
One trial down in Spanos County
Ladies always turn up to watch them fall
And the hands they bind you
They bind you like you want to be broken
But
gone country, oh, back to his roots
He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah, we've gone county
The whole world's gone
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