Let Your Country Hang Out

I ain't ever had a pot to piss in
 Welcome to country livin'
 I'm takin' what is given
 Fried chicken that's finger lickin'
 I was raised on Pabst Blue Ribbon
 Front porch pickin' and grinnin'
 And as long as I'm here, I'ma drink some beer
 And keep my country folks jiggin'
 Then you show the city just what they missin'
 Cookin' greens up in the kitchen
 Askin' us just how we did it
 Cornbread with them fixins
 Man you think we slippin'
 Little shine and some fishin'
 Take your dog runnin' and hog huntin'
 Scared you like the dickens
 Y'all prolly think we talk silly right
 Redneck and hillbilly kind
 The country's what we really like
 Never like that ol' city life
 Up at dawn and rest at night
 Push us around, you bet we fight
 Work daylight 'til dark
 And you get it 'til you get it right
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah
 I was raised up south GA
 Southern swamp and southern praise
 Don't make fun of my southern ways
 Get down, get loud, drink all day
 I'm on my way to my honey hole
 Big cottonmouth in that money hole
 Stat Jack 40 homemade bite
 All I need is you to hold the light (yeah)
 One shot, double ought buck
 Back in my truck filled up with blood
 Tailgate down, big rack shinin'
 DUI, I don't need to be drivin'
 Hold up law dog, you're doin' too much
 Got a night permit in my old Ford truck
 I lay one down when I want to buddy
 That's the way we get down in the country
 Kinfolk way back in the sticks
 Whip the shine up, 30 of fifth
 Paw paw diggin' up Mason jars
 Load the car then burn them tires
 Make a little noise when you get back home
 Crank that Hank, that Cash, that Jones
 Livin' his life in a country song in the country he belongs (ha)
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah
 Now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out
 Co-co-country hang out
 Yeah, now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah
 
 I ain't ever had a pot to piss in
 Welcome to country livin'
 I'm takin' what is given
 Fried chicken that's finger lickin'
 I was raised on Pabst Blue Ribbon
 Front porch pickin' and grinnin'
 And as long as I'm here, I'ma drink some beer
 And keep my country folks jiggin'
 Then you show the city just what they missin'
 Cookin' greens up in the kitchen
 Askin' us just how we did it
 Cornbread with them fixins
 Man you think we slippin'
 Little shine and some fishin'
 Take your dog runnin' and hog huntin'
 Scared you like the dickens
 Y'all prolly think we talk silly right
 Redneck and hillbilly kind
 The country's what we really like
 Never like that ol' city life
 Up at dawn and rest at night
 Push us around, you bet we fight
 Work daylight 'til dark
 And you get it 'til you get it right
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah
 I was raised up south GA
 Southern swamp and southern praise
 Don't make fun of my southern ways
 Get down, get loud, drink all day
 I'm on my way to my honey hole
 Big cottonmouth in that money hole
 Stat Jack 40 homemade bite
 All I need is you to hold the light (yeah)
 One shot, double ought buck
 Back in my truck filled up with blood
 Tailgate down, big rack shinin'
 DUI, I don't need to be drivin'
 Hold up law dog, you're doin' too much
 Got a night permit in my old Ford truck
 I lay one down when I want to buddy
 That's the way we get down in the country
 Kinfolk way back in the sticks
 Whip the shine up, 30 of fifth
 Paw paw diggin' up Mason jars
 Load the car then burn them tires
 Make a little noise when you get back home
 Crank that Hank, that Cash, that Jones
 Livin' his life in a country song in the country he belongs (ha)
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah
 Now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out
 Co-co-country hang out
 Yeah, now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out
 Yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
 I said yeah, now let your country hang out
 If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
 I said yeah