Muddy Roads

(álbum: Kuntry - 2011)

Yeah
That's right from the south where I come from
Getting things done, out of towner's want to hit me
Taught to sling some, can you feel it in the air, Smokey yes sir
And the clay been known to ruin a lot of best shirts
But the clay don't lie I love it out here
From the day to the night dog it goes down here
So let me tell you something 'bout the place I was raised up
Cattle keeping the landscape nice trim and grazed up
A real southern cat staying tough like raw hide
I'm on their broad side knocking folks cross eyed
Hogs died in the moment the world I wanna own it
Dogonit they done hurt my flow and now they wanna clone it
I'm on it so look alive the south is on the rise
Sit behind the wheel of a Chevy and I sport wide eyes
The future's bright now living in the bright south
Feeling good when I lay my head down and lights out
We got the loud music blaring down these mud roads
And these mud holes taken a toll on good clothes
The question is will it ever stop no one really knows
Skeet running down and coming around for ever I suppose
Woah

Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose
Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose

Well it's the good ol' boys and we coming from the south
Still riding down muddy roads that's what I'm 'bout
Taking time to write a few lines that rhyme
So you can find out what it's like inside of mine
'Cause in time everybody's gonna wanna take a ride
If you want the tour then come holla at your guy
Then I'll show you around and show you how I grew up
In the backyard grilling all kinds of stuff
And now we're crusing around with the pedal to the floor
Arm hanging out the window with mud on the door
And it's just another day here in the ATH
Got my mesh hat on and my ten dollar shades

You know we're country boys and that we're never gonna change
That I told you once and it still remains the same
We're the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name
We got Georgia blood running in our veins
You know we're country boys and that we're never gonna change
That I told you once and it still remains the same
We're the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name
We got Georgia blood running in our veins

Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose
Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose

Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose
Loud music muddy roads
Strolling round in muddy clothes
Where it stops nobody knows
Never stopping I suppose