Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fish Grease, artist - Danny Boone. Album song Fish Grease, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 14.01.2016
Record label: AVJ
Song language: English
Fish Grease |
| Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Started at the bottom |
| Just a bunch of average Joes |
| From the country makin music |
| Tryin to be like our heroes |
| Took it to them rural areas |
| Those city folks don’t go |
| Plantin seeds out in the sticks |
| And hope that they would one day grow |
| Bubba said it’s gon get ugly |
| And I’ll be damned, lo and behold |
| Brand new string of country twang |
| Homeboy, they call it southern soul |
| Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Now we got everybody watchin |
| Took the show and hit the road |
| Got em comin out the woods |
| On ATVs and 4X4s |
| Drinkin whiskey, rebel yellin |
| Head to toe in mossy oak |
| Got them swampers rooster tailin |
| When they make it rain for sure |
| From the dirty where it’s mucky |
| To up north to where it snows |
| Baby, I want to get muddy from the east to the west coast |
| Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Look at how the industry takin notice |
| Well, it ain’t gonna work is what they told us |
| Wall Street Journal sniffin around |
| They wanna know about the mud |
| The jacked up drugs The camo, the ammo, artillery |
| And all about the backwoods distilleries |
| Man, we killin it |
| Hip hop drums with a little Nashville in it |
| Now who’s dumb |
| Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |
| Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road |
| Fish grease |
| That’s just how hot we are, hot we are |
| How we gonna bury all the mason jars |