What I'm Made Of

(专辑： Jones In Ya Speaker - 2018)

Is there any rednecks in the house?! Uh!

[?] teeth, Angus meat
Pine tar in my veins
Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud
And a whole tank of pure octane
Camel pigment, V12 engine
A full grown American mut
You can test my DNA but...
That's what I'm made of

I'm a six pack, a get back at 12, a raise hell
A case if you don't get the hell out my face
I'm a bag full of money and a gun full of bullets
I ride for [?] county boy and I ain't afraid to pull it
I'm a old truck [?] on the grill
The engine runs strong, I love to spin wheels
My home made distillery deep in the woods
My flavor burns so strong but it still tastes good
I'm sunrise to sunset with calloused hands
Lay it down, wake up, and I do it all again
I'm a ring-on-the-left-hand father of two
Till the death do us part if I said I do
And I do

[?] teeth, Angus meat
Pine tar in my veins
Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud
And a whole tank of pure octane
Camel pigment, V12 engine
A full grown American mut
You can test my DNA but...
That's what I'm made of

And I'm the deepest mud hole that y'all scared to drive through
That 20-point bug that you just can't shoot
Confederate belt buckle, snakeskin boots
A babble bell preacher just speaking the truth
I'm a fresh corn star popping up in the drought
I'm that old log chain pulling your truck out
I'm that Drop D riff with that thunder sound
I'm a lightning bolt coming out of a black cloud
I'm that barbed wire fence ripping holes in your clothes
I'm George Jones on the mower, headed for more
I'm electric and can turn out the lights
I'm thin bloody knuckles right after that fight

[?] teeth, Angus meat
Pine tar in my veins
Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud
And a whole tank of pure octane
Camel pigment, V12 engine
A full grown American mut
You can test my DNA but...
That's what I'm made of

And I'm a 12 gauge over underloaded with buck shot
The eye on the stove when it's still red hot
The rush of adrenaline when you get on stage
I'm the truth in that book when you turn that page
I'm the damn in the "Damn right", hell in the "Hell yeah"
Brave over enemy lines and ain't scared
The stars and the stripes and the wind when it flies
21 gun salute when that soldier dies

[?] teeth, Angus meat
Pine tar in my veins
Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud
And a whole tank of pure octane
Camel pigment, V12 engine
A full grown American mut
You can test my DNA but...
That's what I'm made of