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