Lyrics

[Chorus: Danny Boone] I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl See I was made on McCosh Mill Road where the rowdy folks come from And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking We'll do pretty much, anything but run [Verse 1] The county line is the Bama line I was made of the Georgia side Venture into them Georgia pines Find a whole lot more than Pines Find a shine, find a different type of pine Find the kind, they'll chop down and compress it And address it up outta town McCosh Mill, we that deal Go on and bend that hat bill Go on pop that top off and swig that, sit back, chill Me and momma done turnt up That wood pile get burnt up Hot as hell but it's feelin' like heaven to me It sure does Anybody thats anybody plus no body that's everybody Knows about that Mill dog Better ask 'em, they'll tell you bout it That crowd is very rowdy The beer is cold and the women hot We came to have a good time tonight But disrespect might get you shot [Chorus: Danny Boone] I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl See I was made on McCosh Mill Road where the rowdy folks come from And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking We'll do pretty much, anything but run [Verse 2 ] I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin like another Mill night Mud hole marauders That's how we living in real life Chevrolets sittin' fifty inches up above that grave Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not dabble (No sir) Just drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Make it do what Man what did you think, my folk was a joke? Naw buddy that must be you Got meat on the grill, the music is loud, we havin' an epic event In case they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again We party like everybody just talk about how they party Take a swig of that fire water just to get my day started (Yeah) Born here, was made here, then stayed here, and I'ma be buried Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh Road cemetery [Chorus: Danny Boone] I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl See I was made on McCosh Mill Road where the rowdy folks come from And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking [Chorus: Danny Boone] I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl See I was made on McCosh Mill Road where the rowdy folks come from And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking We'll do pretty much, anything but run