Dixie Land

(albüm: Project X, Vol. 1 - 2018)

Yeah!
Church, church
Bottleneck

Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man
That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land
Dixie land, take me away
Dixie land, take me away

Yes, sir, buddy I ride for my Dixie
Ain't ever know another way but my Dixie (Yup)
Rebel flag raised so high in the sky
You ever look down a summer star in the sky (Yes sir)
Ever looked in the eyes of a gray haired man
In a corner store with a bunch of scars on his hand
Keep pain in his eyes and pride in his eyes
And he'll probably die in the Dixie land
Take me away, my soul full of clay
Like an old dirt road back in the day
Tryna take our rights, tryna throw them away
Gotta stand for my Dixie, real home of the brave

Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man
That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land
Dixie land, take me away
Dixie land, take me away

Yeah baby, red white and blue collar
Till my skin makes the grass green
Biting bullets by the dump truck load
'Cause the government been doing sketchy shit
I ain't Hollywood, never could be
These roots run deep in that southern soil
Don't bother me, I won't bother you
Don't make a redneck's blood boil
Aaron Lewis made me wanna roll a joint
John Wayne made me get a Dirty harry
Pump some dust baby, trust no body
Not even half my own fucking family
People talking bullshit but they won't even grab the horse
Fuck with someone else 'cause dog I ain't the one
I take this shit for real, I'll drag it to my grave
And in my afterlife I'll drift around this place

Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man
That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land
Dixie land, take me away
Dixie land, take me away