Lyrics:
the county jail.
They say I'm right,
They say I'm wrong.
I stand and fight but not for long.
At the school of hard knocks
At the school of hard knocks
You
Porch breezes in the afternoon
Summer when it's gone too soon
Rain cooling off the heat
Driving to the county seat
Tall tales draggin' behind you
it is
Dade county, you can't fuck with mine
I'm killing the game, taking it back
Old pit, I'm bringing it back
Look at these fools, they think it's
I drive a snowplow
Cumberland County
Covered up with flashing lights and chains
I got a contract with a Cumberland township
To keep their county
'bout
Put your bitch out on the expressway make her walk it out
A Town showin' up, Fulton County veteran
Spread all the way too Tennessee
You know I
Grand daddy was Irish-Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in the Montgomery County jail
Grandma she got drunk
I've been the talk of Union County
Ever since he up and left
I traded in my diamond ring
For smoke rings and cigarettes
They've been talking 'bout
Protestant was he
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born
He was raised on a tractor
In overalls and boots
Been to college and then law
School since leaving his roots
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford
friends
They used to second guess, now I know why ya
CHORUS
If ya like gettin down in the county clay
Gon dippin in the dark with your high school flame
dues
I stood in line
Down at the County Hall
I heard a man say, "We're gonna build
Some new apartments for y'all"
And everybody wanna know
Yes,
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
dues
I stood in line
Down at the County Hall
I heard a man say, "We're gonna build
Some new apartments for y'all"
And everybody want to know
Yes,
I got a text with a pic of a big fish
From a buddy I used to go to school with
I'm still cool with
Like most of them guys from way back when
He
Down round the curve in the old Camp Joy circle
You'll come to the end of the county paved road
Left toward the lake past my Uncle Jody's
My Papaw's
dues
I stood in line
Down at the County Hall
I heard a man say, "We're gonna build
Some new apartments for y'all"
And everybody wanna know
Yes,
dues
I stood in line
Down at the County Hall
I heard a man say, "We're gonna build
Some new apartments for y'all"
And everybody wanna know
Yes,
Lookin' as pretty as could be
We sure saw a lot of miles,
Never even crossed that county line
I would've bet the farm, given my right arm
So you'd
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Yeah, Mississippi mothafucka (Newton County)
What I live and die for (Scott County)
Ball for the kids (Simpson County
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Yeah, Mississippi mothafucka (Newton County)
What I live and die for (Scott County)
Ball for the kids (Simpson County
She's the Dream of Johnson County and she still wears her ring
Goes around in work shirts and un-embroidered jeans
Except every other Sunday,
let's get it dirty!
[Chorus: x2]
These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school Chevy's
We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box
Nobody gets off in this town
Trains don't even slow down
My high school sweetheart's married and gone
They met on a bus to San Antone
They
out of central bullets
County jails and the lock downs up north
Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch
Thats how they feel Jack, built much
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