| You see me rollin' in the four by, straw hat, button up
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| City folks sittin' on the side lines shuttin' up
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| Lady on my right side, swim suit, cover kind
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| Home grown, home town, beauty queen, lovin' my loyalty
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| Purple, gold that’s royalty
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| Livin' in a small town’s never old to me
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| Get gas OC GC everybody
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| I’m a role model so I’m showin' everybody
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| You can get what you want just don’t listen
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| They told me that I’d never be in this position
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| It feels good to say it in a song finally
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| But I ain’t never tryin' to live no where but Jones County
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| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's
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| the way I ride)
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| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day
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| I die)
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| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean?
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| I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Can you see me in the country
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| Moonshine, fishin' line
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| On stage sweatin' off, wait, that’s go time
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| No time like right now to be who you are
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| 9 to 5 workin', or a movie star
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| You see I laid brick for half of my life
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| Just to provide for my babies and my wife
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| Four dogs, a car, two trucks, and a big yard
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| Big gate out front, neighbors say «Good God»
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| Sky full of stars to pray under when it’s hard
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| Even when it’s all good I thank the Lord
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| Everyday ain’t 72 and sunny
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| And every joke I hear ain’t funny
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| But I’m still country
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| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's
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| the way I ride)
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| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day
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| I die)
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| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean?
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| I’m country fried
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| That’s the way I ride (Yeah), 'cause I’m country fried
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| A rebel flag on my ride (Come on), 'cause I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Same girl for life, 'cause I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Yeah that’s the way we ride (That's the way we ride), 'cause we country fried
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| ('Cause we, 'cause we, yeah)
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| Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my nana I’m country fried (I'm country fried)
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| Big truck sittin' high, don’t cuss on the real that’s the way I ride (That's
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| the way I ride)
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| Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day
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| I die)
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| Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean?
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| I’m country fried
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| C-Country fried
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| See me rollin' in the four by, straw hat
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| C-Country fried
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| C-Country fried
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| 'Cause we, 'cause we, we country fried |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Fried, artist - Moonshine Bandits. Album song Throwdown: The Greatest Hits, in the genre Кантри