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The Lacs

My Kinfolks

 

My Kinfolks

(альбом: American Rebelution - 2017)


White trash, trailer on a dirt road
Rebel flag flying from a light pole
Boondocks got miles of the fence posts
No trouble man, this is my kinfolk
Rednecks spread out through the deep south
Beer drinking, watching country folks show out
City living, that's a whole 'nother tempo
Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk

Started from the mud now we here
Ain't a damn thing changed here, drinking on a beer
No champagne, not a Quick Stop near
One ninety proof makes the [?] clear
Riding through the swamp roads, see a deer pop that
Night vision, born a crocodile, top that
If you don't know then you might wanna drop back
Game warden up a hill, right beside the hunting track
All of my life I've been running these woods
Yeah I still run in the same neighborhood
South side, Surf City maybe y'all heard me
I ain't never leaving or checking out early
The same man killed my mama's only son
I never grew up, I'm still having some fun
I said it before, man, I love my home
'Cause this is where all my kinfolks roam

White trash, trailer on a dirt road
Rebel flag flying from a light pole
Boondocks got miles of the fence posts
No trouble man, this is my kinfolk
Rednecks spread out through the deep south
Beer drinking, watching country folks show out
City living, that's a whole 'nother tempo
Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk

Yeah, this is my kinfolk
This is my kinfolk
Yeah, this is my kinfolk
And this is my kinfolk

Get some wild bunch of young'uns raise'em up out in the country
If you're counting on the party then you're right on the money
It ain't nothing but a hick thing, Dixie I'ma whistle when we
Always giving it names back when we was little
Purdy Pa got it cooking man just pull up in the yard
We be chilling, tipping back and batch'in lightning in a jar
Get a pack of Timber Jack, gotta run him out the bowl
He's in the trouble with the law, so he's kinda laying low
My folks, my blood, man there's always something happening
'Bout to head out to the river, there's a keg that needs a'tapping
You can bet that I'll be slapping when they show up with a lean
Dirty southern redneck and I got it in my genes

White trash, trailer on a dirt road
Rebel flag flying from a light pole
Boondocks got miles of the fence posts
No trouble man, this is my kinfolk
Rednecks spread out through the deep south
Beer drinking, watching country folks show out
City living, that's a whole 'nother tempo
Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk

White trash, trailer on a dirt road
Rebel flag flying from a light pole
Boondocks got miles of the fence posts
No trouble man, this is my kinfolk
Rednecks spread out through the deep south
Beer drinking, watching country folks show out
City living, that's a whole 'nother tempo
Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk

Yeah, this is my kinfolk
This is my kinfolk
Yeah, this is my kinfolk
And this is my kinfolk

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