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upchurch - country way lyrics

[verse 1]
son bakin’ down on my back in the b-ss boat
the -ssh0l- spray paints everything camo
nah, i ain’t professional, got walmart cans though
get about a case of hoochie coochie on the dance floor
choppin’ like machetes at the callas and the cambo
rather drive a truck than a brand new lambo’
c-h, e-a, t-h-a-m-c-o
ain’t gone hold me back, drop life, down in four low
you won’t catch me slippin’ ’cause i’m comin’ like some swampers
i get hurt, rub some dirt on it, i don’t need a doctor
grew up around them outlaws, and kept my ears open
heard stories that are ancient ’til the tenth time they told ’em
six guns gettin’ drawn on illegal games of poker
chicken fights on other states, cages in the winnebago
lightin’ up a cigarette, blowin’ smoke up out the window
middle of the summer radio, seats made of leather
gamblin’ with them roosters, even with all the kentucky coppers
i be cookin’ up somethin’ like steam mash and copper
i stay smokin’ on loud, oil leak under a chopper
my road is kind of rocky but i bet you i’m a topper
it ain’t nothin’ but a gamble like dice, watch for them snake eyes
they’re hidin’ in the gr-ss that’s why i constantly cut mine
i’m makin’ me a path and slowly droppin’ them land mines
flame in my hand let’s make us one of them wildfires

[verse 2]
no shirt, sun burnt, smile like i’m trouble sent
dixie chicks, truck beds, cheyenne, ’86
surface rust, plenty dents, buzzin’ off about a fifth
crankin’ up the kid rock, everybody turnin’ heads
35’s hummin’ on that river road asphalt
windows rolled down, give a wave to the county cops
got a lot of haters in a county line zone
but that’s okay ’cause i’m sittin’ on my throne
you ain’t doin’ it how i’m doin’ it so go talk that lodi dodi
i be giggin’ in the pond, go ahead get froggy
and i love fist fightin’ like my sister’s ronda rousey
comin’ straight up out that screen door
straight up off the d-mn porch
burnin’ haters -sses like i chase ’em with a lit torch
hop up in the d-mn ford gas to the d-mn floor
dust in the wind, adrenaline, i know you want more
mirrors shakin’ in the doors, crankin’ up the justin moore
beer by the case, comin’ out of lewis country store
rebel flag hat, few scars on my knuckles
’cause i live fast always and i ain’t even buckle
hop that little picket fence and get some mud up on them marriott’s
and get ’em to my truck, a silverado of a chariot
charlie daniels, baby, best believe i’m always wearin’ it
oakley’s down low, smilin’ ain’t n-body starin’ sh-t
growin’ up to what i call rough country lift-kit

[chorus]
i live out in the country used to hang on old pond creek
used to cat fish with my grandpa used to cut the gr-ss for free
and there ain’t been a d-mn thing that could teach me right from wrong
used to listen to hank williams try to live out all his songs
yeah, i’ve been around them cowboys i grew up in tennessee
i ain’t just part of that country ’cause that country’s part of me
yeah
i live out in the country used to hang on old pond creek
used to cat fish with my grandpa used to cut the gr-ss for free
and there ain’t been a d-mn thing that could teach me right from wrong
used to listen to hank williams tried to live out all his songs
yeah, i’ve been around them cowboys i grew up in tennessee
i ain’t just part of that country ’cause that country’s part of me
yeah

- upchurch lyrics

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