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Country fried baptized in
wash off what the good lord made you
no how far that highway goes
an old dirt road get you home (come on)
if you can see it in eye when they try to lie
if the bullet hole in the stop sign kind
then I'm right there with ya put drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my folks (hey)

Im out here on a acre plot of land
and i cant hear em hating on me I'm a man
talking jimmie matheson he got a plan
and he talk i listen to him
a lot of man
he said we need to it back to the root of it
i put on for the thats the truth of it
Im talkin last we was repping it
anybody had accepted it
we them to the cooler on the tailgate
full of cold light playing satellite
a dave while we misbehave ok
we figure the game out we go play
a generation of people love tupac
and hank, we it in the boondocks
now put your drink in the air if you scared
folks been doing that think yeah

Country fried baptized in
cant wash off what the good lord you
no matter how far highway goes
an old dirt will get you home (come on)
if you can see it in their eye they try to lie
if your the bullet hole in the stop kind
then I'm there with ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

See me an bubba we been doin this a long
it sure seems alot longer than a mile
hollywood looked good full of fake
i never thought we ever be here again(we back)
Time heals, one one came up
back together son, we gonna this thing up
a lot of talkers, i ain't name em
they wanna be us, hell i cant em
so looky here beer on the tailgate
doing this for some years, yall so late
bangin outcast and a lil straight
hot damn colt ford back with k

Country fried baptized in
cant wash off what the good lord you
no matter how far that goes
an old dirt road get you home (come on)
if you can see it in their eye when try to lie
if the bullet hole in the stop sign kind
then I'm there with ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

Everything really till the money comes
now want some
and aint want it none
and thats how the thing go when you git r done
we did it son
we did it son
we was drinkin jim beam by the
me and steven heard they loadin up
bumpin mob, realtree camo
this white boy think hes rambo
cut the on, bet his ass jam though
dont it, straight to hell is where you can go
12 pointer hangin right the mantel
you dont like the program change the

fried baptized in gravy
cant wash off the good lord made you
no matter how far highway goes
an old dirt road will get you (come on)
if you can see it in their eye when try to lie
if your the bullet hole in the sign kind
I'm right there with ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)