Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Little Too Far, artist - Charlie Farley. Date of issue: 07.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Little Too Far |
| Last of a dying breed |
| True son from the South |
| I’m from if you back talk momma |
| You get busted in the mouth |
| I’m from that rolling bubble |
| In a clear glass jar |
| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign) |
| Everything is a little too far yeah |
| I got frog eyes in the pickle jar |
| The whiskey still still smokes like old cars |
| I got a half a pack of cancer sticks left |
| And I just tossed down a thirty pack of regrets |
| Yeah we shooting polecats |
| And catching channel cats |
| We like a throwback |
| Like an old Johnny Cash track |
| So you can get a map, buy a magnifying glass |
| Look till ya eyes hurt |
| But you won’t find where we’re at, 'cause |
| We’re getting dirty down an old dirt road |
| No city limits in sight |
| Yeah go ahead and get a little sideways |
| Giving up tonight |
| Don’t care too much for the drama |
| You can leave that shit at home |
| Round here we know how to throw it down |
| So let me tell you where I’m from |
| I’m from the |
| Last of a dying breed |
| True son from the South |
| I’m from if you back talk momma |
| You get busted in the mouth |
| I’m from that rolling bubble |
| In a clear glass jar |
| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign) |
| Everything is a little too far yeah |
| I still bowfish and go frog gigging |
| The viddles on my plate are all God-given |
| I roll my own smoke and mind my own business |
| Couple tokes of the green got me seeing night vision |
| I’m from the backside of the boondocks |
| Where the honeybees swarm in the treetops |
| Making what I need, and it’s free, no cost |
| To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh |
| Momma raised me in the church, but I quit going |
| Daddy’s rebel blood’s in me, and it’s still flowing |
| And it will till I’m |
| simmer-, simmering down |
| So, so put the Crown on the rocks and the beer in the chest |
| I’ve been called a mess but I know that I’m blessed |
| Because out here is where my head rests |
| You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can’t hear me yet, yet |
| Last of a dying breed (dying breed) |
| True son from the South (from the South) |
| I’m from if you back talk momma (back talk momma) |
| You get busted in the mouth (in the mouth) |
| I’m from that rolling bubble (rolling bubble) |
| In a clear glass jar (a clear glass jar) |
| Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign) |
| Everything is a little too far yeah |