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Upchurch

Walking Tall

 

Walking Tall

(альбом: Son Of The South - 2017)


They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV
They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me
Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs
And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall

Yeah this life got me feeling like my soul is Hank
Last of a dying breed with a point to make
I'm twenty-five but I'm feeling like a hundred and ten
Just sitting on my back porch steady watching the world spin
Country, country, yeah, put a price tag on it
Create a bunch of fake punks with some Mossy Oak on 'em
Thinking they're definition of something they never lived
I was cool before cool was, living out in the stix
With 22-by-14s on a cheap-ass Chevy
Gun sitting on my waist, even the bullets kinda heavy
So don't second guess me, just make that drive
And let me show ya how a real country boy survives

They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV
They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me
Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs
And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall

What the fuck I look like, a poster child for Bass Pro?
Party down south, fist pumping, punk asshole
Pounding fucking beers, catching STDs
Y'all motherfuckers confused if you stay following that shit
I'm chopping the unchoppable, unstoppable, slick hick
Put a cowl induction hood on my big dick
Fuck you group of sissies putting your pants up in your boots
Looking like Dora the Explorer sipping a fifth of the loot
I boot scoot and fucking boogie my ass to fucking Nashville
Square dance on the street while my haters on Advil
Sleeping their life away while I'm building a fucking legacy
When it comes to real shit, Music City ain't even next to me

They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV
They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me
Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs
And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall

Walking tall, hey

They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV
They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me
Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs
And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall

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