Intro
C Gm D# F C
C Gm
Country fried, baptized in gravy
D# F C
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
C Gm
No matter how far that highway goes
D# F C
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
C Gm
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
D# F C
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
C Gm
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
D# F C
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse]
C Gm
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
D# F C
And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man
C Gm
Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan
D# F C
And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)
C Gm
He said we need to take it back to the root of it
D# F C
I put on for the country, that's the truth of it
C Gm
I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it
D# F C
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
C Gm
We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate
D# F C
Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"
C Gm
G lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)
D# F C
Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)
C Gm
The generation of people that love 2Pac
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And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks
C Gm
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
D# F C
Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah
[Chorus]
C Gm
Country fried, baptized in gravy
D# F C
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
C Gm
No matter how far that highway goes
D# F C
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
C Gm
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
D# F C
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
C Gm
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
D# F C
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse 2]
[Colt Ford] + (Bubba Sparxxx)
C Gm
See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while
D# F C
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
C Gm
Hollywood look good, full of fake frieds
D# F C
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
C Gm
Time heals, one fell, one came up
D# F C
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
C Gm
G lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em
D# F C
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)
C Gm
So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate
D# F C
Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
C Gm
Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait
D# F C
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
[Chorus]
C Gm
Country fried, baptized in gravy
D# F C
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
C Gm
No matter how far that highway goes
D# F C
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
C Gm
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
D# F C
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
C Gm
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
D# F C
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse 3]
[Bubba Sparxxx] + {Colt Ford}
C Gm
E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)
D# F C
Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)
C Gm
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
D# F C
We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}
C Gm
We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
D# F C
Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)
C Gm
Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)
D# F C
This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)
C Gm
Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though
D# F C
You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go
C Gm
12-pointer hangin right above the mantle
D# F C
You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)
[Chorus]
C Gm
Country fried, baptized in gravy
D# F C
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
C Gm
No matter how far that highway goes
D# F C
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
C Gm
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
D# F C
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
C Gm
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
D# F C
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
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