Country Fried

[Demun Jones:]
Yeah, yeah

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sitting high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whipping grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

[Tex:]
Turbo diesel six-point-o
Six inch lift got me rolling real slow (Slow)
Thirty-sevens humming, stack blows smoke
We run the west coast in a black power stroke
Talking super duty goose neck, heavy hauler
Make your ladies bounce like shocks on a rock crawler
Snapback hat with the bill still flat
Still the same old dude just a few more tats (Come on)
Shinning shotguns you bet I got some
Burgers on the grill go and grab you a hot one
Where I'm from we party 'til the cops come
Country fried is how we rock, son

[Demun Jones:]
Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sitting high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whipping grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

[Bird:]
I was raised in the woods down in Mississippi
Daddy was a preacher so the money wasn't easy
He worked from dawn to dusk taking any job to provide for us
In a single wide mobile home trailer I would lay awake at night
Hoping that tomorrow I would catch a few more fish and bring 'em back for my mama to fry
We didn't have that much
Hand-me-down clothes and a beat up truck
An old leather bible and a family full of love
We were all country fried, baptized in the mud

[Demun Jones:]
Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sitting high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whipping grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

You see me rolling in the four by, straw hat, button up
City folks sitting on the side lines shutting up
Lady on my right side, swim suit, cover kind
Home grown, home town, beauty queen, loving my loyalty
Purple, gold that's royalty
Living in a small town's never old to me
Get gas OC GC everybody
I'm a role model so I'm showing everybody (Good God)
You can get what you want just don't listen
They told me that I'd never be in this position
It feels good to say it in a song finally
But I ain't never trying to live no where but Jones County

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sitting high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Ripped jeans, whipping grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

That's the way I ride (Yeah), 'cause I'm country fried
A rebel flag on my ride (Come on), 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Same girl for life, 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Yeah that's the way we ride (That's the way we ride), 'cause we country fried ('Cause we, 'cause we, yeah)

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sitting high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whipping grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

C-Country fried
C-Country fried
See me rolling in the four by, straw hat
C-Country fried
C-Country fried
'Cause we, 'cause we, we country fried