Country Folks (Remix 2015)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (Come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (Hey) My country folk (Hey) [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] Country fried tongue tied them haters Bubba K's back french fry them taters The truck sits high but the nuts swing slow And I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (Come on) Dirty my cubicles it's just business as usual To y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful Fill up the cooler and lets maneuver through Trap County The sheriffs my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (No sir) Just ask 'bout me my reputation Is that of a good dude that really was raised in This here location, it really did make it Then planted the seed for a whole generation Yeah I'm pretty good but God is great (Great) Keep him in my heart and I'll be straight (Straight) Without him in my home I'd go crazy Ain't nothin' like my folks baby [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (Come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (Hey) My country folk (Hey) [Verse 2: Lenny Cooper] We go back like a cold one and drink plenty Way back like some Waylon and some Conway Twitty I come from a little town yeah it's itty bitty Far from a city ain't nothin' change in how I'm livin' I got a vision and that's to never stop Back road records gonna be bumpin' out your speaker box We got this game on lock we raisin' to the top Country folks yeah we rock [Verse 3: Sarah Ross] Hangin' round the bonfire on a Saturday night And if you want to mess around we gonna put up a fight Us country folk we all ride together Yeah I want this moment right now forever [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (Come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (Hey) My country folk (Hey) [Verse 3: [?]] Country folk little smoke lotta beer Pardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (What's up) Pour it up raise your drinks up high Gotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (Hey) Before we're done you can bet the sun comes up Or the cops come then everyone runs Work all week party on the weekends Spend Sunday's fishin' drinkin' [Verse 4: [?]] Backwoods by the river in the sunshine Not a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line That's how we do it in the south baby all day Work hard in the yard then we go play Come home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen Daddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin' Tea's on ice fresh fried chicken I love my life this here's livin' [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (Come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (Hey) My country folk (Hey) [Verse 5: Colt Ford] See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile Hollywood look good, full of fake friends I never thought we could ever be here again Time heals, one fell, one came up Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up A lot of talkers, and I ain't gotta name em' They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em' [Verse 6: Kalan Miller] We been doin' this forever now the game done changed up But let me tell you homie we gonna tear this thing up Bubba K Colt Ford K-Mill is danger Just remember the name because we comein' with bangers Average Joe in the buildin' we don't kick it with strangers Hold it down with my day one partners they helped raise me That's the way the mud life made me Keep it 100 till the good lord takes me [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (Come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (Hey) My country folk (Hey) [Verse 7: Lenny Cooper] Real talk I'd spend all my money Just to get another spoonful of grandmama's dumplings Sippin' a cup of Jim Beam straight like it's nothin' What up to all my people in the country