Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.

I'm c-country to the bone, southern to the soul and I'm proud of my home cause it's dirt road. I'm topped alright big tall if you can't find me in town then you can catch me at a mud bog. Damn right son, that's just how it is. It's grillin deer meat, and fryin up some fish. Around here's dirt road, there's some mud holes, plenty of places to put your truck in four low. And on the weekends we build them bonfires, with them trucks gathered round sittin on some big tires. Passin out moonshine havin us a good time, no worries in the world, everything's just fine. And that's the joy of livin in the south, there's a one way in and a one way out. Lenny Cooper and Charlie Farley on the sample song. If you know the words, come on, sing along.

Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.

Charlie Farley hooked up with Lenny Cooper, he threw me in the truck as tough as Lex Luger. It was loud as a Ruger, no I didn't look down, no tellin what that altitude'll do to ya. I've been in tune with this life since I was a junior in Junior High barely able to drive. And not well let's go ahead out of sight on the water, we be on the CV like, "Bring the chain." I got forty-seven big, same amount of dogs, fifty leather skins, and a couple of hogs. I build a turkey bin, raise em till I kill em all just to feed my kids up this country where I live, yo. Build em out of sight and so I'm out of mind, til I get on the mic, that's when I lose my mind. I talk about our life and how we get down, down here speakin that country folk sayin..

Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.

Uh, dirty clothes, mud holes, a can of Skoal and a dirt road (now that's country). Fourty fours, holes in a screen door, and sweet tea by the boatload (yeah that's country). Four folks and it's good as gold, wanna have you a time, we'll put on a show. But you better take you some note though, we ain't livin in the ghettos.

Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.

Depression in the state of Georgia
Blowin’ up like a hot can of soda
I told ya, they were bout to change the game
A new thing, hick hop is the name, that’s right
I grew up in a small town
Used to play baseball til the sun went down
Yeah, we’d play in the front yard
And some fly balls were known to hit cars
That’s when we’d run in the woods
And play dumb, but then we felt like crooks
Yeah we knew what to do, we had to confess
Man it waddn’t me, it was you
I can laugh about it now, and think back
There ain’t nothing that I did I would take back
Ten years in the past, went by fast
And now I drink shine from a flask

We just some redneck dirt road riders come on
We do some country with a little hip hop in a song
We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free
(We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free)
There’s cow pastures and trees as far as I can see
(As far as I can see)
(As far as I can see)

All grown up I gotta hold my own
Twenty eight more years til I own my home
I don’t own the throne, that be my wife
And I say these things just to keep it right
Things change when you grow up
Every day you gotta show up
Had a bad day that’s tough luck
Ain’t nobody gonna dry your tears
Those days are gone, they got lost in the years
Be a man and get up when you fall
And stand tall, that’s what I was taught
I try to keep a good head on my shoulders
I feel good things gettin’ closer
Friday I just got off work
Make a couple phone calls and I change my shirt
Cornbread said a party at his house
Bonfire in the back yard and I’m out

We just some redneck dirt road riders come on
We do some country with a little hip hop in a song.
We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free
(We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free)
There’s cow pastures and trees as far as I can see
(As far as I can see)
(As far as I can see)

We just some redneck dirt road riders come on
(Haha, yeah, y’all know what we talkin’ bout. Hey!)
We do some country with a little hip hop in a song
(Come on come on)
(Come on come on, here we go)
We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free
(We like to hunt and fish and do what we can to stay free)
There’s cow pastures and trees as far as I can see
(As far as I can see)
(As far as I can see)

Me, myself, I like poppin tabs. Budd Light chase away Jim and Jack. Suits on, I'm where party's at, we deep in the woods so come on back. We hell raisers, do you like that? Oh, matter of fact, I'm throwin cash. Oh, pardon me, I just have to ask. What you know bout a country boy with swag?

Oh, could it be? Yeah, Lenny C, the mud digger king straight out of NC. I'm laid back, haters fade back. Been down to the dumps but I'm back on track with a record deal and my country rap and a 'hot damn' and an 'oh, snap'. I love the country, you don't have to ask. And I love Jack Daniels in my flask. I love my huntin, and I love my fishin, and I damn sure love my country women. So pardon me, darling, I just have to ask. What you know bout a country boy with swag?

Me, myself, I like poppin tabs. Budd Light chase away Jim and Jack. Suits on, I'm where party's at, we deep in the woods so come on back. We hell raisers, do you like that? Oh, matter of fact, I'm throwin cash. Oh, pardon me, I just have to ask. What you know bout a country boy with swag?

Hell yes, when I haul my truck, you think you got somethin? Come try your luck. It's got diesel and it's damn sure tough, but it ain't a Ford, this truck's more buff. Like a rocket, can't be topped, Chevrolet, all the way. A real man's truck's all I gotta say and the way I do it is the southern way. Call the shop, what I gotta have, I'm thinkin of gettin some smoke stacks. And throw the cash in money bags, cause that's how a country boy does it with swag.

Me, myself, I like poppin tabs. Budd Light chase away Jim and Jack. Suits on, I'm where party's at, we deep in the woods so come on back. We hell raisers, do you like that? Oh, matter of fact, I'm throwin cash. Oh, pardon me, I just have to ask. What you know bout a country boy with swag?

What do you know about a country boy with some swag?

S-W-A-G, country swag, yeah that's me. Pumpin everywhere, you know what I mean. Everything moss, see oak, a real tree. Camo'd out, so I'm hard to see. You probably think I'm crazy, a little, yeah, just maybe. I'm too hot, you can't tame me.

Me, myself, I like poppin tabs. Budd Light chase away Jim and Jack. Suits on, I'm where party's at, we deep in the woods so come on back. Me, myself, I like poppin tabs. Budd Light chase away Jim and Jack. Suits on, I'm where party's at, we deep in the woods so come on back. We hell raisers, do you like that? Oh, matter of fact, I'm throwin cash. Oh, pardon me, I just have to ask. What you know bout a country boy with swag?

We were as young as we were dumb
When we piled in an old pile of junk
It was one for all, and all for one
A bunch of outlaws without a gun
Shootin' bad booze outta Dixie cups
Chasin' every girl that wasn't fast enough
No matter how bad the break or how bad the luck
Or how bad the day we still had us

Blood brothers closer than your next to kin
Thick as thieves and the best of friends
Take a bullet for each other

Yeah brothers like that don't come cheap
You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed
And you lean on one another
Blood brothers

I got a scar on my cheek from a bar room brawl
Wasn't meant for me but I took the fall
It's a cowboy code it's an unwrote law
When you mess with one you gotta take us all.

so put ya drinks up for the weekend cuz them work days sure been creepin whats up is anybody gonna get tore up drinks up for party time #TheLacs  

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Cant believe this dude be hatin on rednecks go your redneck hatin butt back to Spanish Fort git out of Bay Minette good day lol. #Proud   #To   #Be     #A   #REDNECK  

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