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adam calhoun - country lyrics

[verse 1: upchurch]
deep beneath the fallen leaves
the old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
the sound of redbone’s rattlin’ chains
rebel flags by the dozen doin’ a truck bed dance
that firewater drippin’ in a couple gl-ss jugs
double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
there ain’t no mistaken where we all come from

[chorus: upchurch]
we from the country, the hollars and hills
if you wanna drive chains come sn-tch my gears
in the country, where we all down the road
don’t start no sh-t on my one lane road
in the country, oh-oh-oh in the country

[verse 2: upchurch]
yeah boy
hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big b-tts
camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
make a city boy say “bubba we don’t want none”
d-mn right you don’t want it ’cause we come by the pack
square body chevys and some white boys with some tats
i got a pistol like the one from dirty harry you know
no permit but i still pack it everywhere that i go
so watch me stomp in the dust and square dance on the game
jam out to chattahoochee while i sip on the drink
so here’s my motherf-ckin’ middle finger, you can give it to fame
hollywood ain’t for me if you know what i’m sayin’

[verse 3: adam calhoun]
h-ll yeah
bunch of redneck, rough face, hard lookin’ -ss
came from the wrong side of the motherf-ckin’ tracks
that’s no lie bubba, that’s the way of life ’round here
got a problem then we f-ckin’ scr-p
hillbillies on the front porch bumpin’ our sh-t
old cars in the front yard needin’ to be fixed
old dog chained to a big tree in the back
talk sh-t if you want, he was trained to attack
i was raised the same way, by my grandfather around the way
he taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang
got that barrel smokin’ leave you open
you just hopin’ you don’t die
don’t approach him you’ll be chokin’
from the smoke when bullets fly
i’d rather be calm like the leaves in the fall
watch ’em change colors on the front porch with my dog
listen up real close i’ma say this one time
country ain’t just a state, it’s my state of mind

[verse 4: demun jones]
is any rednecks in the house?
they don’t really want it man, it must be a joke
we gettin’ jiggy in the boonies, you can tell from the smoke
lightin’ the flame to this whole godd-mn thing
just crank it up loud and you can see what i’m sayin’
and keep an open mind, we got a cl-ss to teach
it ain’t no panama city but more bikinis than the beach
enough hillbillies to invade our whole city
msnbc said 12 million at least
and that’s twice as many boots stompin’ straight on that -ss
and that’s twice as many trigger fingers ready to blast
i got my work clothes on, campfire cologne
we rollin’ deep off in this b-tch, calhoun, church, jones

- adam calhoun lyrics

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