Life...
1:] Front post livin wiskey and mescaline Swining fly swatters catchin trails that ketmine We on some otha level country like a Ask the way I'm shit they ain't no otha muthafucka Give me mosquitoes and a moonlit Give me a red road and I'll be doin all right Sittin down by the bottle of Grits mill Double fistin evan williams steady heavy hill This is what all about I couldn't ask for nothin betta Me Myself I'm and fucked up, light as a feather I hear crickets chirpin I think I'll lay back and I got a line off in the water but I thinkin about fishin.
This... is that country is the life for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor, cars and tittie This is the for me
2:] I like them bitches that dirty south slang I like them bitches they be walkin that dirty south thang There be hoes up on that cornbread chicken and collard greens ham hockin bitches potatoes and red where did you get an ass like that pissed off in that fat suckin on a dr pepper shirts all in her booty crack come up speakin slow like "how ya'll doin?" always sassy, kinda nasty and somethin ta prove, yeah know them ones from kentucky and alabama dem swamp livin cajun bitches straight out the carolinas georgia florida mississippi country with fat 'ol asses askin them can I see tities
This... is country is the life for me liquor,cars and tittie is the life for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor,cars and bars is the life for me
3:] Rusty off in the yard booze and tittie bars That's the way we livin our liquor straight up out the jar Rollin wood, we blowin smoke, poppin pills, we choke 180 proof to it down and that's all she wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and let it all be catered by the Ol' Buffet Pass the whiskey bottle and it like your Full grown and let them bitches dance here fuckin naked on my tombstone
X2] This... is country This is the for me liquor,cars and bars This is the for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me