| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| I said our one lake town is a two mile inn
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| In Adams County is where I live
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| Pennsylvania born and raised
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| Stayed here since I was a kid
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| Everybody else wanna leave
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| Be athletes and get degrees
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| Try to find a way out
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| I’m never gonna bounce
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| This what I was meant to be
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| A rural legend like DUI Steve
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| Gettin' fucked up in my garage while chasin' my dream
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| Phantom of my team, got her right beside me
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| In Penn’s Woods we up to no good
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| Turn a bottle upside down like an IV
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| 'Cause I need more than just a little bit
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| I means keep it movin' soon we gonna be runnin' shit
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| People from the outside lookin' in from the glass house like we don’t notice it
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| Well hold up, them country boe’s gonna put 'em on notice then
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| Wake up and smell the Folgers
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| DurtE runnin' with them Redneck Souljers
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| Whenever you put us together we doin' it better than them
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| We never like people that didn’t know us
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| It’s a small town explosion and it’s just blowin' up
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| What I mean is a hype and a trap sash drunk as a skunk
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| And we blowin' up
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| Rural Legends
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| Hubb gon' get off in it (Yeah)
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| We gonna be some rural legends 'til the finish (Yeah)
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| Ever since I can remember been a menace (Yeah)
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| My family out in Holder’s Cove can be my witness
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| That I can write a sentence
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| Like a country boy, can bait a hook (Woo)
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| A country boy won’t ever rap, well take a look
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| I got my pen and pad way out in the damn woods (Woo)
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| And y’all can’t even see me 'cause I’m hidden damn good (That's right)
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| Yeah, we outta the 931, all the way up to Pennsylvania
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| We out in the pines with guns, y’all already hear 'em can’t ya
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| Somebody get the whiskey, somebody get me the Jack
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| Somebody prop me up, or I’ll fall when I’m tiltin' back (Woo)
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| I’m with them Redneck Souljers and never wordy you know us
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| They been takin' us hold up, but there ain’t no fuckin' way we gonna slow up
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| I won’t show no love to a mofo' punk ho, lowlife no hard workin' ass
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| We some legends sum’bitch, getcha some of that ass boy
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| First of all get them titties out when you see me (Yeah)
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| Secondly bring the whiskey out when you see me (I'ma bitch)
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| Tip your hat, weather flat billet cowboy
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| I ain’t discriminatin', we 'bout to get it wild boy
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| JD and Black Velvet (Yup)
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| Gettin' in my system got me singin' like I’m Elvis
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| I ain’t selfish, take a shot for yourself
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| And hope the pretty ladies get to shakin' movin' with that pelvis
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| Tell me, where is the Velvet
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| What the hell I don’t even drink it
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| But I might tonight 'cause ain’t tellin' what the hell I’m thinkin'
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| Hittin' up the bar with my boe’s
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| Big bucks in this bitch, we known for huntin' does
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| Is how we go, I reckon I suppose that we throw
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| 'Til we grow some seeds, now we 'bout to explode
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| Now watch me unload, we all prayin' to the porcelain wetroom
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| But in this town we gon' be some rural legends and go fishin'
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb
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| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups
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| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us
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| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| Real Tiller Gang boys and the UBS Crew get together you know how we do
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| From them Tennessee Mountains to the PA trees, the best damn show believe
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| We gon' roll our sleeves up, we gon' burn this bitch down, in a way
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| Like forgettin' me
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| Drinkin' Tennessee whiskey smokin' PA trees, you know that we gonna be
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| We gon' be some rural legends
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| Rural legends, rural legends, rural legends |