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Jawga Boyz

Dirty For Weeks

 

Dirty For Weeks

(álbum: Kuntry - 2011)


Yeah, woo
Jawga Boyz

Feet hanging off the dock, flip flops with no socks
A little Johnny Cash singing out from the box
Loving life, sitting up in the Georgia sun
A straw hat with jeans man I'm getting it done
With a bamboo pole and my Dixie cup
Lean back feeling good just living it up
So everybody gather round, gather round get down
I said we dropping tailgates many miles from the town
Throwing old trees on the bonfire blaze
I said I worn the same jeans for about three days
I had them rolled up, halfway up my shins
So to my next of kin, you can call me Hick Finn
Odelay, odelay, skipping around the field
I'm loving the aroma coming up from the grills
Said we country folks, doing country thangs, slow slang
So kick your feet up, now e'rybody sang

Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
Call up the boys and tell 'em that it's on
They better come quick before the beers all gone
There's trucks getting stuck mud up to the door
The girls in the back screaming give it some more
Got the pedal to the floor stepping on with both feet
And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks

Yeah, when we get done it stays dirty for weeks
I don't wash the mud off cause I want you to see
How it be in the HEH and J-Town
We jack up the trucks then it's time to get down
Madison County, Basset County, Banks Country too
Tie a rope from the hitch, and go in it in a tube
For the mud, we don't need no lake to have fun
Give us some Bud Light, duct tape, and a gun
Seal this dream, baby a couple bottle rockets
Lighting the fuse, stick it out the window, and watch it
Okay, well maybe not, nevermind
Let's be responsible, where's the moonshine
We getting crazy, it's insane
Blame it on the alcohol in my brain
Next week, same time, same plan
I'mma call you up and we gon' do it again so

Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
Call up the boys and tell 'em that it's on
They better come quick before the beers all gone
There's trucks getting stuck mud up to the door
The girls in the back screaming give it some more
Got the pedal to the floor stepping on with both feet
And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks

Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
Call up the boys and tell 'em that it's on
They better come quick before the beers all gone
There's trucks getting stuck mud up to the door
The girls in the back screaming give it some more
Got the pedal to the floor stepping on with both feet
And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks

Yeah, haha, it stays dirty for weeks
That's right man, that's how we do it
Jawga Boyz, yeah

feito

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