| I ain’t never had a pot to piss in
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| welcome to country livin
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| I’m taking what is given
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| fried chicken is finger lickin
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| I was raised on pabst blue ribbon
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| front porch pickin and grinnin
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| and as long as I’m here I’ma drink some beer
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| and keep my country folks jiggin
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| then you show the city just what they missin
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| cooking greens up in the kitchen
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| asking us just how we did it cornbread with them fixins
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| man you think we slippin
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| little shine and some fishin
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| take your dog running and hog huntin
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| scared you like the dickins
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| y’all prolly think we talk silly right
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| redneck and hillbilly kind of
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| country’s what we really like
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| never like that ol city life
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| up at dawn and rest at night
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| push us around you bet we fight
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| work day light till dark
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| and you get it til you get it right
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| Yeah, now let your country hang out
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| fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
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| I said yeah, now let your country hang out
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| if you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
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| Yeah, now let your country hang out
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| fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
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| I said yeah, now let your country hang out
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| if you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
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| I was raised up in south GA
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| southern swamp and southern praise
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| don’t make fun of my southern ways
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| get down get loud drink all day
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| I’m on my way to my honey hole
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| big cotton muffin up in my honey hole
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| stat Jack forty homemade bite
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| all I need is you to hold the light yeah
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| one shot bubble or boil backin my truck filled up with blood
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| tailgait down big right shinin
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| DUI don’t need to be driving
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| hold up law dog your doin too much
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| got a night permin in my old ford truck
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| i lay one down when i want to buddy
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| that’s the way we get down in the country
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| kin folk way back in the sticks
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| whip the shine up thirty of fifth
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| paw paw diggin up mason jars
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| load the car then burn them tars
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| make a little noise when you get back home
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| crank that hank, that cash, that jones
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| givin his life in the country song in the country he belongs
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| Yeah, now let your country hang out
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| fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
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| I said yeah, now let your country hang out
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| if you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
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| Yeah, now let your country hang out
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| fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house
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| I said yeah, now let your country hang out
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| if you proud of where you from and you a son of the south
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| I said yeah,
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| now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out
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| co-co-country hang out out, co-country hang out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Your Country Hang Out, artist - The Lacs. Album song Kickin' up Mud: The Hits, in the genre Кантри