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