C.O.U.N.T.R.Y.

C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. - Tyler Farr

We come from eastabuchie booger hooker possum knuckle bug and grinders switch

We hoop and holler when old charlie daniels calls that devil son of a b***h

Yeah we plow it nail it bail it

Then hightail it to town

We spend our pay day on them ladies and them long necked rounds

We gonna live out past the limits

'Til the day that we die

We're from the banjo chicken pluckin'

Double clutchin'

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We like them shiny silver buckle straight tequila

Wrangler knuckle barbie dolls

We got them bait and tackle barbecutie booty tannin'

One stop shoppin' malls

We like our beech-nut long cut

Truck nutz hangin' off of the hitch

We whiskey shoot it

Scoot it fridays when were hillbilly rich

Charlottes brothers on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie

Out in the deer and dirt road ruttin'

Corn row cuttin'

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Can I get another men come on anybody

We love our guns our god our jesus pledge allegiance too

We bleed in john deere green red and white and blue

Screw politically correct we gonna let it fly

Out in the get it good and stuck and mother truckin'

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