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Demun Jones

Five Points Road

 

Five Points Road

(album: #Beast - 2016)


Come on

I was raised on the cane pole rod and reel
Grandpap's made a name off his moonshine still
'69 Ranger is the truck my daddy drove
We go fish to catch dinner down Five Points Road
And I would get to driving way before I had a license
I check the ash tray for cigarette buds and light 'em
I built a fire on the bank with oak limbs and leaves
I drank Strawberry Boone's and called some brim to eat
Girls would sneak out the house and join me if they could
Skinny swimming late night, man it felt so good
And I'll never outlive, those memories are gold
All the ones that we made down Five Points Road

Ro-road-road
Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor
Ro-road-road
Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor

And I was raised dirt poor in a single wide in the country
Grew up with nothing and tried to turn it to something
Everyday I thank pops for making me who I am
Providing for the fam' and learning to be a man
Ain't a day went by I didn't hustle for a buck
I ain't scared to get dirty and turn a wrench on a truck
I'm a modern day gentleman, a prodigal son
I ain't a low life two timer son of a gun
I'ma stick to roots, stay true to my ground
Mr. Miller passed away so I'm holding it down
But I still got hip with what it left me with
And that's the knowledge of the world and fifth of Jim
Every day I wake up I thank the Lord above
For this 9 to 5, I stopped being a thug
'Cause that's the way I was, I buried it in the mud
And now my grandpa can smile from a level above

From a lev-from a lev-from a level above
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor
Ro-road-road
Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor

Dug up some live bait and I can't wait
Going to the dam where the river turns to a lake
Got a Ford full of friends and we staying up late
Step on the parking break and drop that tailgate

Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor
Ro-road-road
Dr-drop-drop that tailgate
Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor
Raised-raised dirt poor

Come on

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