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Upchurch

My Roots

 

My Roots

(альбом: Chicken Willie - 2016)


I grew up on that good shit, daddy in the backyard
Chicken pens and rows of roosters, broken down old motor parts
Running in the woods, I pass the time with all my dirty friends
Catching snakes, and I still catch them, now it's in a different sense
The say I'm gonna change with fame but I don't think I change a bit
I'm anti-everything that has to do with selling out, bitch
They want my rebel flag gone, they want my words cleaned up
But I ain't having all that shit, you know where I stand, son

Still out here in the woods with the rednecks
Popping fucking wheelies, no helmet on the road, bitch
Guns in closet make my room look like a Bass Pro
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure
That's my roots for sure, that-that's my roots for sure
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure

Southern made and southern raised, stuck off in my southern ways
I will never change, aw yeah, that's my roots for sure
I came a long way yet I know I got a ways to go
But I wanna walk on a red carpet with muddy boots, like I don't know
I'm supposed to dress up for the show, I didn't get that memo bro
I showed up to the CMAs with animal blood all on my clothes
I'm that redneck these boys they talking 'bout in all their songs
And if you wanna be real, I was raised up in a big red barn
Deep in Tennessee, on my grandpa's chicken farm
Waking up in the morning, white hat, but where's my damn alarm

Still out here in the woods with the rednecks
Popping fucking wheelies, no helmet on the road, bitch
Guns in closet make my room look like a Bass Pro
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure
That's my roots for sure, that-that's my roots for sure
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure

Southern made and southern raised, stuck off in my southern ways
I will never change, aw yeah, that's my roots for sure

Still out here in the woods with the rednecks
Popping fucking wheelies, no helmet on the road, bitch
Guns in closet make my room look like a Bass Pro
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure
That's my roots for sure, that-that's my roots for sure
Still got a rebel flag above my bed, that's my roots for sure

Southern made and southern raised, stuck off in my southern ways
I will never change, aw yeah, that's my roots for sure

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