Country Yeah this your boy Smo Outlaw Tennessees number one country boy Alpha That back boy and hustler from mid Ten Yeah Im a full time father and a stand up brother Always been a problem and you can ask my mother Cause I came up on Hank and Cash, Beastie Boys came after that DMC and NWA but Skynyrd always takes me back To the dirt roads and river banks, handed down, still giving things Home brew, old school, Chevy trucks down by the lake, now Growing up and going hard, gambling with 16 bars I know when to hold em, know when to fold em, dont make me pull your card Its too far to turn around, no point in going back Im laced up and knee deep like Im puddling water on this track Big John, Hick Ross, state to state, country boss Dirty south hustler getting it in at any cost Cause Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood Country boy coming through, 300, 6 foot 2 Kicking mud, driving fast, Im never last I thought you knew Southern swag in my blood, moonshine in my sweat and tears Scars go all across my heart from doing this for too many years Got a [?] my pocket, on the other side is my 45 so Dont make me cock it, Ill make this mud pit come alive Im riding home with these dirty hands, scuffed up boots and dirty pants K5 on 35s, rolling like I dont give a damn Give a hand to my kinfolk and let em know that its ride or die Face to face my enemies, they get it with me right outside the backyard Parking lot, honky tonk or after spot Hustle up your best herd, ten to one you aint got a shot Cause Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood Yeah Im that country boy With the backwood flow Living off the land By the dirt road code I be in the mud Where my kinfolk go Drop them tailgates Then pile it up, lets roll Cause Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that Im a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood
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