Country

(álbum: The Throne - 2018)

[Upchurch:]
Deep beneath the fallen leaves
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of red bogs, rattling chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doing a truck bed dance
That firewater dripping in a couple glass jugs
Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
There ain't no mistaken where we all come from

We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country

Yeah boy!
Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
Make a city boy say "Bubba we ain't want none"
Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack
Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats
I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know
No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go
So watch me stomp in the dust, square dance on the game
Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink
So here's my motherfucking middle finger, you can give it to fame
Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I'm saying

We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country

[Adam Calhoun:]
Hell yeah!
Bunch of redneck, rough face, hard looking ass
Came from the wrong side of the motherfucking tracks
That's no lie Bubba, that's the way of life 'round here
Got a problem then we fucking scrap
Hillbillies on the front porch bumping our shit
Old cars in the front yard needing to be fixed
Old dog chained to a big tree in the back
Talk shit if you want, he was trained to attack
I was raised the same way, by my grandfather around the way
He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang
Got that barrel smoking leave you open, you just hoping you don't die
Don't approach him you'll be choking from the smoke when bullets fly
I'd rather be calm like the leaves in the fall
Watch 'em change colors on the front porch with my dog
Listen up real close I'mma say this one time
Country ain't just a state, it's my state of mind

[Upchurch:]
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country

[Demun Jones:]
Is any rednecks in the house?
They don't really want it man, it must be a joke
We getting jiggy in the boonies, you can tell from the smoke
Lighting the flame to this whole god damn thing
Just crank it up loud and you can see what I'm saying
And keep an open mind, we got a class to teach
It ain't no Panama City but more bikinis than the beach
Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city
MSNBC said 12 million at least
And that's twice as many boots stomping straight on that ass
And that's twice as many trigger fingers ready to blast
I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne
We rolling deep off in this bitch, Calhoun, Church, Jones

[Upchurch:]
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country