Country Way

(Album: Cheatham County - 2015)

I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pond creek
Used to catfish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'Cause that country's part of me, yeah

Sun baking down on my back in the bass boat
That asshole spray paints everything camo
Nah, ain't professional, got Walmart cans though
Get about a case of hoochie coochie on the dance floor
Chopping like machetes at the Callas and the Cambo
Rather drive a truck than a brand new Lambo
C-H, E-A, T-H-A-M-C-O
Ain't gon' hold me back, drop life, down in four low
You won't catch me slipping 'cause I'm coming like some swampers
I get hurt, rub some dirt on it, I don't need a doctor
Grew up around them outlaws and kept my ears open
Heard stories that ain't ancient till the tenth time they told 'em
Six guns getting drawn on illegal games of poker
Chicken fights under the states, cages in the Winnebago
Lighting up a cigarette, blowing smoke up out the window
Middle of the summer radio, seats made of leather
Gambling with them roosters even with all the Kentucky coppers
I be cooking up something like steam mash and copper
I stay smoking on loud, oil leak under a chopper
My road is kind of rocky but I bet you I'm a topper
It ain't nothing but a gamble like dice, watch for the snake eye
They're hiding in the grass that's why I constantly cut mine
I'm making me a path and slowly dropping them land mines
Flame in my hand, let's make us one of them wildfires

I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pond creek
Used to catfish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'Cause that country's part of me, yeah

No shirt, sun burnt, smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents, buzzing off about a fifth
Cranking up the Kid Rock, everybody turning heads
35s humming on that river road asphalt
Windows rolled down, give a wave to the county cops
Got a lotta haters in the county line zone
But that's okay 'cause I'm sitting on my throne
You ain't doing it how I'm doing it so go talk that lotty dotty
I'll be gigging in the ponds, go ahead get froggy
And I love fist fighting like my sister's Ronda Rousey
Coming straight up out the screen door, straight up off the damn porch
Burning haters asses like I chase 'em with a lit torch
Hop up in the damn Ford, gas to the damn floor
Dust in the wind, adrenaline, I know you want more
Mirrors shaking in the doors, cranking up the Justin Moore
Beer by the case, coming out a Lewis country store
Rebel flag hat, few scars on my knuckles
'Cause I live fast always and I ain't even buckled
Hop that little picket fence and get some mud up on them Ariats
And get into my truck, old Silverado of a chariot
Charlie Daniels, baby, best believe I'm always blaring it
Oakley's down low, smiling ain't nobody scaring shit
Throwing up to what I call rough country lift-kit

I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pond creek
Used to catfish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'Cause that country's part of me, yeah

I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pond creek
Used to catfish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'Cause that country's part of me, yeah