Lyrics:
Yeah, I feel better (ayy)
Drinkin' Henny out the bottle (woo, ayy, yah)
I just fucked your bitch it made me feel better (ayy)
Rolling right next
Light blue eyes
Like the summer skies
And small town dreams become small town lies
And country boys, stay country side
Drinkin shitty beer for a shitty
Saturday night, y'all
We done kicked off our shoes
Red dirt all up under my feet
Dancing to the down-home blues
I know you know, yeah
You need
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
American boy, the one who hates thee
Red rockets glare in my head
Your future is cold and dead
Red, white, and blue I'll never die for you
Oh say, can you
but you canÂ't
even get up the guts to jump, no
Cherry Brandy (Hennessey and Red
Bull) Comes in real handy (Johnny
Walker Blue baby)
Vodka wine
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by
sign don't exist, in my life, in my lane
My team make green, blue, purple, brown and red
Envy screwed you, now you look and frown instead
If you could
On the working mans blues
cnd an amen kind of love
I wanna hear songs about momma
Folsom prison blues
Whiskey and trains
cnd I'm over you
I wanna hear a steal
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
goodbye
Oh Lord…
The city was empty n' cold that night
I was walking through confused by the streetlights
I got in a bar and asked a whiskey for myself
piece by piece
I showed you all of my scars
And that didn't mean a thing
Now I've been smokin' and drinkin'
Cause I can't get over you
I'm running out
Plus, my whiskey glass has a couple limes,
Plus, on my mind there’s a woman with blue eyes,
Who, tends to hide what she really feels inside,
I would give
Well that summer sun was hot as hell
One look at you, it felt more like Heaven
Red lips, tanned skin underneath a clear blue sky
You and me
gymnasium's ready
Full of flowers and old Legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest
Just sniffle and stare
There's red, white and blue in the rafters
a lot of good dreams on the ground by the side of the road
For smoother whiskey truer voices wilder angels softer women and faster horses
Maybe that
GRACE AND THE LETTERS IN RED
A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY, THE WAY THAT YOU KISS ME
THE WAR STORIES GRAND-DADDY TOLD
THEY NEVER GET OLD
OHHH OHHH
THEY NEVER GET
bang
Hootchie mama reach around
High balls turn your blue eyes brown
She drove him to the crazy house and made it back by dark
She sees the best in
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah
Red Dirt Girl
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch soaking up the shade
Singing every song
Just beyond God's reach?
So tell me what's next?
Boys in blue paint the town red
From all the bloodshed
Still interrogating myself
Tell me, how do
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
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