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moccasin creek - belt buckles and brass knuckles lyrics

[chorus: cb3]
it’s a new style that we like to play
and it’s made right here in the southern states
and i know some don’t approve
’cause they don’t understand what it is we’re doin’
i got belt buckles ’round my waist
br-ss knuckles for your face
lil’ country music with a guitar sound
make them redneck boys line up and throw down

[verse 1: brahma bull]
rebel flag belt buckle ’bout as big as a house (come on)
got some new br-ss knuckles that’ll tighten your mouth (look out)
old jeans with a snuff ring right in the -ss (woo)
and gotta box of old sh-lls sittin’ right on my dash
ol’ lady ridin’ shotgun, she right on my hip (come on)
yea she’s country to the bone, she don’t take no lip (nope)
keep them eyes in your head and don’t open that mouth
then you won’t have to see what all the d-mn fuss is about (come on)
worm dirt in the lip, spit bottle in my hand
slow slidin’ through the crowd i’m a dangerous man
shakin’ hands with some folks i ain’t seen in a while (hah)
see some haters in the house and i flash ’em a smile
i hear a whisper in the crowd “why they here tonight?”
never really known to start ’em, but can finish the fight (yup)
rebel flag belt buckle, and gotta pocket full of br-ss
two bottles of bud light and a can full of whoop -ss

[verse 2: brahma bull]
made our way to the back, took a seat on the stool (right here)
cb3 grabbed a cue and started hustlin’ pool (go ahead)
i ordered two drinks kicked my feet in the air (what the h-ll?)
and this drunk old man popped up from nowhere
he said “y’all boys are new here, lemme tell ya the rules” (come on)
i hopped up quick so i could talk to this dude (what’s up)
i made my point real fast, looked him straight in the eye
i said i follow rules about as good as moccasins fly (hah)
i ain’t got no wings (nope) and you ain’t got no gun (nuh uh)
so if you gotta to ask me when the parties begun
see my name is jeff mccool, but you can call me the bull (woo)
and if you cross me once again yeah i’m actin’ a fool (ha ha)
you see them rednecks there, the ones starin’ at you
they got big belt buckles and some br-ss knucks too (uh oh)
“who you think you are boy, you ain’t david allen coe”
no it’s moccasin creek b-tch, we’re stealin’ the show

[outro: brahma bull]
now we ain’t promotin’ violence
i’m just sayin’ you put a whole bunch of rednecks in a bar
and get ’em drinkin’ you don’t know what’s gonna happen
i’m just kiddin’, we know exactly what’s gonna happen
break it down

- moccasin creek lyrics

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