Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JACK DANIELS, artist - Lil Darkie. Date of issue: 08.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
JACK DANIELS |
| I took that fella round back to the water hole |
| I took that fella round back to the water hole |
| I took that fella round back to the water hole |
| Yee-hah |
| It’s me everybody howdy, Lil Darkie, with another Christian hit |
| (Yuh) |
| I took that fella round back to the water hole |
| I turn that critter to dust and it’s audible |
| I turn your 10-gallon hat to some particles |
| Can’t even read what they wrote in my articles |
| I’m so illiterate |
| I can’t even read a little bit |
| I keep a banjo my hip and I diddle it |
| Middle kid, I got some siblings |
| Rat eat the scrap on the floor and the niblings |
| I keep a bat I keep score in my backyard |
| My daddy fat and he poor it ain’t that hard |
| My dad republican but he live on unemployment |
| Farming don’t bring no enjoyment |
| Kids in my town is afflicted with opiates |
| Heroin needles addiction is copious |
| Never appropriate, |
| uncle yelling 'bout the Soviets |
| taking over his associates |
| I’ma country boy in my heart |
| I’ma country boy in these parts |
| I’ma country boy on my land |
| I’ma country boy I don’t bend |
| Uh, want some freedom I’ll deliver |
| Uh, out in Russia you might shiver |
| See the moonshine inside my liver |
| George shot Lenny by the river |
| (Uh) |
| Dipping tobacco inside of my lip again |
| Ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in |
| Spit it inside of a jar get my nicotine |
| Get the fuck outta my town man I’m sick of them |
| Methamphetamine abusers |
| We the better men they losers |
| The beggars cannot be the choosers |
| I be posted with my crackers |
| Some of us blacker but that ain’t a factor |
| We packing that heat and it’s hotter than barbecue |
| I’m with my dogs, that’s |
| Scooby Doo |
| Marmaduke |
| Put up a wall and I barb it too |
| That way it harming you |
| Hoppin' it that’s what that karma do |
| I conceal carry my |
| .38 special |
| Especially for any devilish vessels |
| My rifle don’t trifle on who in its sights |
| If he evil my Deagle be taking his life |
| And that eagle I keep on my Jeep and my Chevy |
| It fill up my heart till a part of me heavy |
| The levies they creaking |
| The plains and the peaks |
| And the valleys from Georgia |
| To Cali I’m seeking |
| For destiny manifest |
| Definitely can attest |
| I despise everyone |
| Anyone’s ran against |
| One reason or another |
| Whether northerner or southern |
| I prefer less stubbornness inside the governance |
| I want my vote to feel less like another miss |
| And like they thinking 'bout us normal citizens |
| I wonder if there’s any time to fit us in |
| Too busy banning self-defence |
| Everybody’s tense |
| None of these liberals are making any sense |
| Now there’s some nazi’s that took up residence |
| Voted for Donny and I’m still scared of Pence |
| What the fuck is the whole country coming to? |
| Rappers and Muslims is dying and gunning too |
| Police get shot and they doin' the killing |
| Put end to this shit God willing |
| All of the innocent blood we spilling |
| Everyone gun on yo arm no kneeling now |
| Here, pop a pill if it’s tearing you down |
| Welcome to new America town! |
| Yee-haw |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Stepping on my land? |
| Then you gonna catch the weapon (Yee-haw) |
| What you catching? |
| Lead from a Smith and Wesson (Alright) |
| I’m in the field at 4 o’clock so why you pressing? |
| «City folk, city folk, we don’t like you city folk» |
| Pull up to my farm |
| And I’ma harm you |
| Let the 50 poke |
| Redneck man |
| Touch my daughter I’ma slaughter you |
| Caught her by the water with a commie |
| So I shot her too, Waterloo |
| South Carolina and Nevada too |
| Proud to be American |
| it |
| Isn’t getting hotter dude |
| It isn’t getting hotter |
| I’m a martyr, I’m a patriot |
| Pull up in a Ford, with the rifle |
| Man, he ate the shit |
| Pull up on the tractor, with my pastor |
| You an atheist |
| We don’t need guns! |
| On the web? |
| You the laziest |
| Craziest! |
| To think you can stop me |
| Popping these enemies |
| And I ain’t stopping the dropping |
| 'Til I get ten at least (Drop 'em) |
| I tow magnums, drink |
| Jack Daniels, not Hennessey (it) |
| Dragon’s breath in my weapon |
| Get them from Tennessee (Pop it) |
| I could bury you, open carry the remedy (it) |
| Whipping out my property stop like Kennedy (it) |
| Home of watching Fox News like it’s the fucking playoffs |
| All these politicians smoking crack rock and getting payoffs |
| Taxpaying |
| Track laying |
| Hopping out the back spraying |
| I’m voting |
| Nine toting |
| Won the war and I’m gloating |
| Beer drinking |
| Clear thinking |
| 'Merican man |
| At the beach |
| A seagull is wearing a can |
| Stepping on my land |
| Then you gonna catch the weapon (Yee-haw) |
| What you catching? |
| Lead from a Smith and Wesson (Alright) |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Stepping on my land |
| Then you gonna catch the weapon (Yee-haw) |
| What you catching? |
| Lead from a Smith and Wesson (Alright) |
| I’m in the field at 4 o’clock so why you pressing (Yee-haw) |
| Pressing on me I’ma teach your boys a lesson |
| Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker! |
| Yuh, yuh |
| I took that fella round back to the water hole |
| I turn that critter to dust and it’s audible |
| I turn your 10-gallon hat to some particles |
| Can’t even read what they wrote in my- |