Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheatham County, artist - Upchurch. Date of issue: 11.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cheatham County |
| Man, these boys think they got me, ha ha |
| You ain’t got shit son |
| I’m the Lane Frost of this shit |
| So bring ya ass on then |
| (Hell yeah) |
| I’m on my country boy shit hillbilly like it’s Beverly |
| Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet |
| Roots in my boots and I ain’t gotta prove shit |
| Follow me down to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy |
| Them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County |
| Boy them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| When I started from the bottom, now ya' honky got a buzz on |
| Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song |
| Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery |
| Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery |
| I came up from nothin' now my face in more than 50 states |
| Pedal to the metal, I ain’t even go and tap the brakes |
| And I ain’t from the city I’m from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes |
| Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain’t time to go and fake it |
| Woo |
| Now let me pop that clutch |
| Ain’t your man with a plan though that always crunch |
| I’m that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust |
| Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust (Hell yeah) |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy |
| Them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County |
| Boy them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| Nashville born, small hick town raised |
| On the edge of Music Row, corn field, wind sways |
| Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze |
| Everything gets dirty tryna' pave that way |
| I ain’t never had a hand out, never had a pick me up |
| Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck |
| Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan |
| Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I’m popular on Instagram |
| Haters say I’m fakin' shit, say I’m not famous, barely lit |
| When I didn’t have the management to make sure that I’m well equipped |
| So fingers up and shots on me famous and I’m 23 |
| Self made son, country boy from middle Tennessee |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy |
| Them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| We got clips, we got guns |
| Drive them tires off in this mud |
| I’m from backwoods Cheatham County |
| Boy them three words say it all |
| Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s |
| Small town man, down from the holla' |
| Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter |
| (Hell yeah) |