[Chorus Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Cant wash off what the good Lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home Come on If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then Im right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk Hey My country folk Hey [Verse 1 Bubba Sparxxx] Im out here on a thousand acre plot of land And I cant hear em hatin on me Im a modest man Talking wit Jimmie Mathis he got a plan And when he talk I listen to him, thats a lot of man Pops He said we need to take it back to the root of it I put on for the country, thats the truth of it Im talkin last millennium we was reppin it Before anybody had accepted it Anybody We introduced em to the cooler on the tailgate Full of cold Natty Light, playing satellite A little Dave while we misbehave, okay Okay Once we figure the game out, we go play Go A generation of people that love 2Pac Pac And Hank we bangin it in the boondocks Now put your drank in the air if you aint scared Them folks been doing that thing yeah [Chorus Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Cant wash off what the good Lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home Come on If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then Im right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk Hey My country folk Hey [Verse 2 Colt Ford] See me an Bubba, we been doin this a long while It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile Hollywood look good, full of fake friends I never thought we could ever be here again We back Time heals, one fell, one came up Back together son, we gon tear this thing up A lot of talkers, and I aint gotta name em They wanna be us, hell I cant blame em Nah So looky here, cold beer on a tailgate Been doing this for some years, yall so late So late Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K [Chorus Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Cant wash off what the good Lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home Come on If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then Im right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk Hey My country folk Hey [Verse 3 Bubba Sparxxx] Everythang real funny til the money come It was Now they want some What and they aint want it none Oh And thats just how the thing go when you getrdone How Yeah, we did it son Yeah, we did it son We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle Handle Me and Steven Herndon loadin up ammo Ammo Bumpin Goodie Mob, Realtree camo Camo This white boy really think he Rambo Go Cut the beat on I bet his ass jam though You dont like it, straight to hell is where you can go Twelve pointer hangin right above the mantle You dont like the program change the channel Woo [Chorus Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Cant wash off what the good Lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home Come on If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then Im right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk Hey My country folk Hey
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