Country Livin'

(álbum: Dirt Rock - 2018)

Now baby this country living
Make me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah, we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country living
Make me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah, we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise

You'll never catch me straight laid back
All up in the Maybach
That don't make some work boots face that
I'd rather be up in the '81 Chevy with a 8 track
Bumping that wayback
Rolled it clean like Ajax
Rolling through Savannah with a Vanna like I'm Sajak
Hey Pat, I know that you hate that
But the haters looking at me like
They don't wanna get me, like
"How could he say that?"
But I don't think I'm outta order
Just a country boy reporter
That just simply has to state facts
'Cause I've been pimping since pimping
And shrimp and dipping and limping
And you can check up on the day back
I got a camouflaged cutie
With a banging little booty
Now how you gonna rate that?
If you ever think I'm lying
Just hit 'em and rewind 'em
And listen for the playback

Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise

I creep back up in the cypress stump lake
Find a big ol' chunky ladder, got her tied up with a chain
It's free pickings if you live around close
If you don't Mr. Remington'll let your ass go
Ain't nothing much going on past 10
Buncha high school friends hunting shit to get into
Pretty soon you've got that crooked-ass grin
'Cause the hunch punch gin runs about 110 proof
See I could show you how to creep round incognito
Lay the seat down in that dookie brown El Camino
Staying whiskey-bent, hell-bound, how you like my credo?
I ain't sweating getting caught 'cause the law is all we know
You see a patch of woods, me, I see potential
Wrap a fence around the edge and throw some cattle in the middle
It ain't much of ya business but the tractor ain't a rental
Front to back, back and forth, matter of fact, play your fiddle, boy

Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise

Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country living
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise