| Out here where the sun don’t shine
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| We 'bout that hard corn liquor and that muscadine wine
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| Out here it’s a fight even to survive
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| You a lucky motherfucker if you make it out alive
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| Out here all night wolves howl at the moon
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| Bodies' down floatin' up down by the lagoon
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| Out here you might get bitch-slapped by a black bear
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| And drug through the woods by your matted up hair
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| Out Here
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| (out here)
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| We have darker nights
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| (out here)
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| We like starting fights
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| (out here)
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| Know as the weed grows we risin' (2x)
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| (out here)
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| Clear roads and passage ways
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| (out here)
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| Swamp fields and massive graves
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| (out here)
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| Know as the weed grows we risin' (2x)
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| Out here you might get your throat slit
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| By a crazy ass hillbilly drunk on a 5th
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| Out here you might wind up skin to the bone
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| Butt-naked in the dirt and you’re miles from home
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| Out here don’t go walking too deep in the sticks
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| Some folks got a strange way of gettin' they kicks
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| Out here they get crazy and dance by the fire
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| To a demon playing banjo along with Hell’s choir
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| Out Here
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| Out here they cookin' 'possum and hog nuts
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| That’s mountain oysters too all ya’ll who dont know what’s up
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| Out here they all about that country lifestyle
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| Shootin' shotguns, getting fucked up, and buck-wild
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| Out here even children drunk Coronas
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| That double barrel sure to send that ass into a coma
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| Out here country folks don’t play
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| Chop your fucking head up and won’t hesitate
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| Out Here
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| Know as the weed grows we risin' (8x) |