An Outlaw's Song

(albüm: The Oven - 2018)

[Upchurch:]
I was a hundred miles an hour on an open road with a 5-speed in the floor
I was a clear mason jar sitting half full hidden in my paw paw's big red barn
I was a no shirt, no money, riverside junkie running on an eighth tank of gas
And if that ain't redneck enough for you brother, then you can kiss my redneck ass

'Cause I was made in the shade on a game cock farm
Yeah I was brought up on that waist high grass
I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
But I'm still trucking on hella fast
There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops
To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
Hell, what can I say and who do you blame
For me living out an outlaw's song

[Demun Jones:]
Lighting up the road like liquid gold
I'm in a crew cab honking on cruise control
Free Bird on blast (yeah), speakers all blown
Every mailbox I pass I'm swinging on
Yeah, Demarini and a ball bat
Break one got another one to fall back, on (oh)
It's Jones and I'm real pissed
Been a bad boy ain't get shit for Christmas
Ball in the yard with the boys knuckle up
Tackle no pads and we all bloodied up
Heavenly outweighed but let me tell you what
That size don't matter when you kick them in the nuts
Your messed up, I got a license to drive
And it's a hundred mile an hour on a seventy-five
I'm cutting Georgia down the middle like a hot butter knife
Can't blame it on my momma, God knows she tried

[Upchurch:]
'Cause I was made in the shade on a game cock farm
Yeah I was brought up on that waist high grass
I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
But I'm still trucking on hella fast
There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops
To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
Hell, what can I say and who do you blame
For me living out an outlaw's song

Uh, hard rock, hard rock and rap shit
Shotgun shells quit acting up on my adlibs
White trash, white trash for hot wheels
Gotta go my junkies who constantly want to pop pills
My bills are too high for you
Stealing and wheeling and dealing my shit in the middle of the night
Bar fight, yeah, that's not what it is
You ain't getting any chance with this Remington
I don't call the police, I keep it OG
Everybody on the other side of AC know the old me
So steal your bitch sit her next to my big sheet
Shoot a bird to your daddy, drag your ass to the concrete
If I had a shotgun shell for every flying fuck I gave
I'd be standing in the swamp missing ducks all day
True blue roughneck, little buddy come play
Get fed to the hogs in the USA

'Cause I was made in the shade on a game cock farm
Yeah I was brought up on that waist high grass
I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
But I'm still trucking on hella fast
There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops
To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
Hell, what can I say and who do you blame
For me living out an outlaw's song