| Last of a dying breed
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| True son from the South
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| I’m from if you back talk momma
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| You get busted in the mouth
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| I’m from that rolling bubble
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| In a clear glass jar
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| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)
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| Everything is a little too far yeah
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| I got frog eyes in the pickle jar
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| The whiskey still still smokes like old cars
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| I got a half a pack of cancer sticks left
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| And I just tossed down a thirty pack of regrets
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| Yeah we shooting polecats
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| And catching channel cats
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| We like a throwback
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| Like an old Johnny Cash track
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| So you can get a map, buy a magnifying glass
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| Look till ya eyes hurt
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| But you won’t find where we’re at, 'cause
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| We’re getting dirty down an old dirt road
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| No city limits in sight
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| Yeah go ahead and get a little sideways
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| Giving up tonight
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| Don’t care too much for the drama
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| You can leave that shit at home
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| Round here we know how to throw it down
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| So let me tell you where I’m from
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| I’m from the
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| Last of a dying breed
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| True son from the South
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| I’m from if you back talk momma
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| You get busted in the mouth
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| I’m from that rolling bubble
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| In a clear glass jar
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| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)
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| Everything is a little too far yeah
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| I still bowfish and go frog gigging
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| The viddles on my plate are all God-given
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| I roll my own smoke and mind my own business
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| Couple tokes of the green got me seeing night vision
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| I’m from the backside of the boondocks
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| Where the honeybees swarm in the treetops
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| Making what I need, and it’s free, no cost
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| To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh
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| Momma raised me in the church, but I quit going
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| Daddy’s rebel blood’s in me, and it’s still flowing
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| And it will till I’m
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| simmer-, simmering down
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| So, so put the Crown on the rocks and the beer in the chest
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| I’ve been called a mess but I know that I’m blessed
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| Because out here is where my head rests
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| You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can’t hear me yet, yet
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| Last of a dying breed (dying breed)
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| True son from the South (from the South)
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| I’m from if you back talk momma (back talk momma)
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| You get busted in the mouth (in the mouth)
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| I’m from that rolling bubble (rolling bubble)
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| In a clear glass jar (a clear glass jar)
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| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)
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| Everything is a little too far yeah |