Lyrics Anthem of an Outlaw - Apalachee Don, Big Chuk

Anthem of an Outlaw

Can’t get butter from a duck, blood from a turnip green
Ain’t nothin' changed, country like a butter bean
A-a-appalachee bred, hound dog king
Pops taught me get it and by get it he meant any means
But God rest his soul, I got to keep it movin'
I stay above the mud hole so I can keep from losin'
Got a knack for catchin' blue gills, a thing for cookin' bugs we stew
If it ain’t got some snappin' turtles that just ain’t gon' get it dude
Country in the fall time, that means we gon' ball time
Truck bed loaded down with country folks at all times
Chains firin' up the pit, he just killed a big buck
Plus my boy 'Tucky just dropped a couple nice ducks
Gotta love the country side, thoroughbred with country pride
I’m all about these Georgia woods mixed with some southern rhymes
Outlaw music man, heavy with a farmer’s tan
Midnight rider something like the Allman Brother’s Band
You can find me, in the country
Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right
It’s all about drummin' up a good time
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time
And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right
See I was raised on that side of town where people seldom go
Had no room for them legals and that pride gotta role
Where huntin' ain’t a sport man, they do it just for meat
And brown liquor done took it’s toll on my family tree
Hard times and heartaches done swept through the land
But I don’t curse my misfortunes 'cause it made me a man
Made me open up my eyes, realize some real lies
That they tellin' real lies but they make you feel right
Yeah I’m chewin' on a twig, fishin' and takin' swigs
Puffin' indo with my kinfolks, loosen a Mason lid
People may be simplistic but they keep it realistic
Can’t tell you nothin' bout physics but they know just how to kick it
And we don’t go to town much less there’s something that we need
City folks 'bout that money and the ate up with that greed
They’ll smile in your face, then stab you in the back
If you lookin' for Big Chuk boy you know just where I’m at
You can find me, in the country
Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right
It’s all about drummin' up a good time
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time
And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right
You can find me, in the country
Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right
It’s all about drummin' up a good time
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time
And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right