Country

Deep beneath the fallen leaves
 The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
 The sound of Redbone's rattlin' chains
 Rebel flags by the dozen doin' a truck bed dance
 That firewater drippin' in a couple glass jugs
 Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
 Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
 There ain't no mistaken where we all come from
 We from the country, the hollars and hills
 If you wanna drive chains, come snatch my gears
 In the country, where we all down the road
 Don't start no shit on my one lane road
 In the country, oh-oh-oh, in the country
 Yeah boy
 Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
 Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
 Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
 Make a city boy say, "Bubba we don't want none"
 Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack
 Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats
 I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know
 No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go
 So watch me stomp in the dust and square dance on the game
 Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink
 So here's my fuckin' middle finger, you can give it to fame
 Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I'm sayin'
 We from the country, the hollars and hills
 If you wanna drive chains, come snatch my gears
 In the country, where we all down the road
 Don't start no shit on my one lane road
 In the country, oh-oh-oh, in the country
 Hell yeah
 Bunch of redneck, rough face, hard lookin' ass
 Came from the wrong side of the motherfuckin' tracks
 That's no lie Bubba, that's the way of life 'round here
 Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap
 Hillbillies on the front porch bumpin' our shit
 Old cars in the front yard needin' to be fixed
 Old dog chained to a big tree in the back
 Talk shit if you want, he was trained to attack
 I was raised the same way, by my grandfather around the way
 He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang
 Got that barrel smokin' leave you open
 You just hopin' you don't die
 Don't approach him you'll be chokin'
 From the smoke when bullets fly
 I'd rather be calm like the leaves in the fall
 Watch 'em change colors on the front porch with my dog
 Listen up real close, I'ma say this one time
 Country ain't just a state, it's my state of mind
 We from the country, the hollars and hills
 If you wanna drive chains, come snatch my gears
 In the country, where we all down the road
 Don't start no shit on my one lane road
 In the country, oh-oh-oh, in the country
 Is any rednecks in the house?
 They don't really want it man, it must be a joke
 We gettin' jiggy in the boonies, you can tell from the smoke
 Lightin' the flame to this whole Goddamn thing
 Just crank it up loud and you can see what I'm sayin'
 And keep an open mind, we got a class to teach
 It ain't no Panama City but more bikinis than the beach
 Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city
 MSNBC said 12 million at least
 And that's twice as many boots stompin' straight on that ass
 And that's twice as many trigger fingers ready to blast
 I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne
 We rollin' deep off in this bitch, Calhoun, Church, Jones
 We from the country, the hollars and hills
 If you wanna drive chains, come snatch my gears
 In the country, where we all down the road
 Don't start no shit on my one lane road
 In the country, oh-oh-oh, in the country