| Yeah
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| That’s right from the south where I come from
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| Getting things done, out of towner’s want to hit me
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| Taught to sling some, can you feel it in the air, Smokey yes sir
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| And the clay been known to ruin a lot of best shirts
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| But the clay don’t lie I love it out here
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| From the day to the night dog it goes down here
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| So let me tell you somethin' 'bout the place I was raised up
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| Cattle keepin' the landscape nice trim and grazed up
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| A real southern cat stayin' tough like raw hide
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| I’m on their broad side knockin' folks cross eyed
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| Hogs died in the moment the world I wanna own it
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| Dogonit they done hurt my flow and now they wanna clone it
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| I’m on it so look alive the south is on the rise
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| Sit behind the wheel of a Chevy and I sport wide eyes
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| The future’s bright now livin' in the bright south
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| Feelin' good when I lay my head down and lights out
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| We got the loud music blarin' down these mud roads
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| And these mud holes taken a toll on good clothes
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| The question is will it ever stop no one really knows
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| Skeet runnin' down and comin' around for ever I suppose
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| Woah
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose
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| Well it’s the good ol' boys and we comin' from the south
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| Still ridin' down muddy roads that’s what I’m 'bout
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| Takin' time to write a few lines that rhyme
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| So you can find out what it’s like inside of mine
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| 'Cause in time everybody’s gonna wanna take a ride
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| If you want the tour then come holla at your guy
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| Then I’ll show you around and show you how I grew up
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| In the backyard grillin' all kinds of stuff
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| And now we’re crusin' around with the pedal to the floor
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| Arm hangin' out the window with mud on the door
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| And it’s just another day here in the ATH
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| Got my mesh hat on and my ten dollar shades
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| You know we’re country boys and that we’re never gonna change
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| That I told you once and it still remains the same
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| We’re the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name
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| We got Georgia blood runnin' in our veins
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| You know we’re country boys and that we’re never gonna change
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| That I told you once and it still remains the same
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| We’re the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name
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| We got Georgia blood runnin' in our veins
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose
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| Loud music muddy roads
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| Strollin' round in muddy clothes
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| Where it stops nobody knows
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| Never stoppin' I suppose |