Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Fried, artist - Moonshine Bandits. Album song Rebels on the Run, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 29.09.2014
Record label: Average Joes, Backroad
Song language: English
Country Fried |
| You see me rollin' in the four by, straw hat, button up |
| City folks sittin' on the side lines shuttin' up |
| Lady on my right side, swim suit, cover kind |
| Home grown, home town, beauty queen, lovin' my loyalty |
| Purple, gold that’s royalty |
| Livin' in a small town’s never old to me |
| Get gas OC GC everybody |
| I’m a role model so I’m showin' everybody |
| You can get what you want just don’t listen |
| They told me that I’d never be in this position |
| It feels good to say it in a song finally |
| But I ain’t never tryin' to live no where but Jones County |
| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's |
| the way I ride) |
| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day |
| I die) |
| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? |
| I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Can you see me in the country |
| Moonshine, fishin' line |
| On stage sweatin' off, wait, that’s go time |
| No time like right now to be who you are |
| 9 to 5 workin', or a movie star |
| You see I laid brick for half of my life |
| Just to provide for my babies and my wife |
| Four dogs, a car, two trucks, and a big yard |
| Big gate out front, neighbors say «Good God» |
| Sky full of stars to pray under when it’s hard |
| Even when it’s all good I thank the Lord |
| Everyday ain’t 72 and sunny |
| And every joke I hear ain’t funny |
| But I’m still country |
| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's |
| the way I ride) |
| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day |
| I die) |
| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? |
| I’m country fried |
| That’s the way I ride (Yeah), 'cause I’m country fried |
| A rebel flag on my ride (Come on), 'cause I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Same girl for life, 'cause I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Yeah that’s the way we ride (That's the way we ride), 'cause we country fried |
| ('Cause we, 'cause we, yeah) |
| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried) |
| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's |
| the way I ride) |
| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day |
| I die) |
| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? |
| I’m country fried |
| C-Country fried |
| See me rollin' in the four by, straw hat |
| C-Country fried |
| C-Country fried |
| 'Cause we, 'cause we, we country fried |