| Rowdy as they come
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| Proud of where we from
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| It might be the middle of nowhere to some
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| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
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| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
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| It’s a way of life
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| Hitting them back roads
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| Riding around with my kin folk
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| Can’t much change we stayed the same
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| Them country boys gon maintain
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| We run dogs outlaws
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| Spot light big frogs
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| Out here these mud bogs
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| Sitting high on them white walls
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| We jacked up in our pickups
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| Got a dime holdin my spit cup
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| She like it when I hit four low
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| Slinging rooster tails to the tree top
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| Look at her say lets roll
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| She looked at me I say hell yeah
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| Certified country girl
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| You know we goin' raise hell
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| And we out here still getting it
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| Backwoods still living it
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| Working hard for what we got
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| Cash flows just spending it
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| Me and my boys turn up for there
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| Turn down for what
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| Hop in the Chevy crank it up
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| Hit the back road
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| Rowdy as they come
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| Proud of where we from
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| It might be the middle of nowhere to some
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| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
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| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
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| It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell yeah (oh whoa)
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| This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell naw (oh whoa)
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| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life
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| Me and that ol' back road
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| Keep swerving around these tall pines
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| Find a spot pop a top
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| And take a sip of that apple pie
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| I just love the slow pace of living down south
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| Hope I die of old age and buried right here at the house
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| Buddy my bloodline my last name
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| Ain’t shit changed about me
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| With that shotgun ain’t got to aim
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| Keep dranking til I can’t see
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| Living way back in the sticks
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| Nah, I’m good right around me
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| Ya’ll silly folk keep rolling on
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| Hey ya’ll ain’t got to come back
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| Yeah I’m country as a blue tick
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| Boy, I thought I told ya’ll
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| Ain’t riding with no new chick
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| I’m rolling with my road dog
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| Way on past the railroad tracks
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| There’s a road up in the back
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| It winds around away from town
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| Then dwindles down to a two path
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| Riding around them flat woods
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| Sippin on that act good
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| We jack em up and jack em out
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| Ride em out like a lac should
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| All my life I been broke
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| Like white trash it’s a big joke
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| Grew up countin them fence posts
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| And take care of our kin folk
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| Rowdy as they come
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| Proud of where we from
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| It might be the middle of nowhere to some
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| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
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| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
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| It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell yeah (oh whoa)
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| This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell naw (oh whoa)
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| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life
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| Flinging up mud through the country side
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| Tearing up jaws of that apple pie
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed we stayed the same
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| It’s a country boy way of life
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| Kicking up dust just me and my crew
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| Keg full of beer with nothing to do
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| Sittin back watching time fly
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| It’s a country boy way of life
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| Rowdy as they come
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| Proud of where we from
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| It might be the middle of nowhere to some
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| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
|
| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
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| It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell yeah (oh whoa)
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| This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa)
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| Hell naw (oh whoa)
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| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
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| Round here it’s a way of life |