Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Livin', artist - The Lacs. Album song Dirt Rock, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 03.05.2018
Record label: Dirt Rock Empire
Song language: English
Country Livin' |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise |
| You never catch me straight laid back, all up in the Maybach |
| That don’t make them work boots face that |
| I’d rather be up in the '81 Chevy with the 8 track |
| Bumpin' that way back, rollin' clean like Ajax |
| Rollin' through Savanna with a Vanna like I’m Sajak |
| Hey Pat I know that you hate that |
| But the haters lookin' at me like they don’t want a guppie |
| Like how did he say that (Say that) |
| But I don’t think I’m out of order just a country boy reporter |
| That just simply has to state facts (State facts) |
| 'Cause I’ve been pimpin' since pimpin |
| And shrimpin' and dippin' and limpin' |
| And you can check up on the day back (Day back) |
| I got a camouflage cutie with a bangin' little bootie |
| Now how you gonna rate that (Rate that) |
| If you ever think I’m lyin' just to hit 'em and rewind |
| And listen for the play back (Play back) |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise |
| I creep back up in the cypress stump lake |
| Find a big ol' chunky lighter |
| Got her tied up with a chain (Yeah) |
| It’s free pickin’s if you live around close |
| If you don’t Mr. Remington will let your ass go |
| Ain’t nothin' much goin' on past 10 |
| Bunch of high school friends huntin' shit to get into |
| Pretty soon you got that crooked ass grin |
| 'Cause the hunch punch gin runs about 110 proof |
| See I can show you how to creep 'round incognito |
| Lay the seat down in that dookie brown El Camino |
| Stay up whiskey bent and hell bound |
| How you like my creedo |
| I ain’t sweatin' 'bout gettin' caught |
| 'Cause the law is all we know |
| You see a patch of woods me I see potential |
| Wrap a fence around the edge |
| And throw some cattle in the middle |
| Hey it ain’t much of your business |
| But this tractor ain’t a rental |
| Front to back, back and forth |
| Matter fact, now play your fiddle boy |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise |
| Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light |
| Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise |