Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Colt Ford This is the remix [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] I'm still country, y'all, it ain't gon' ever change I'm still a Georgia boy, I still rep La Grange I'm still drinkin' Jim Beam and Jack D (Yup) And that heaven dub they can't mess with bub And I'll tell you what I'm feelin' new again Called up Colt and Danny, like, let's do it then (Let's go) Let's cut the race on and drink a cold beer Tell them suckers get on, I'm in my zone here I took my city homie snipe huntin' last night Told 'em, "Here, hold this bag and this flashlight And we gon' run 'em your way, just hold tight" He never got him one but we laughed the whole night Yeah life is great I can't complain I entertain sing and do my thing I just smile when haters say my name It's Bubba K the whole remain pertain [Chorus: Danny Boone] This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around [Verse 2: Danny Boone] Welcome to our neck of the forest City folks ain't checkin' for us It's not Petticoat Junction It's bug zappers on porches It's 105 and muggy, skin scorches in the heat, it's Chiggers and gnats and helicopter size mosquitoes Try to eat us we need eaters we believe in Jesus We got a deep seeded respect for those that fought to keep our freedom We support our folks so I'm burnin' with Colt Ford Bubba and Demun By the way I'm Danny that's Athens La Grange Charles County jack Don't get one in the front and out your back My people say [Chorus: Danny Boone] This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around [Verse 3: Rooster & Uncle Snap] Slap stompin' through the country in my Red Wing Boots I raised up in the south where I planted my roots You know I got to throw it up for people in the back wood Tailgate down ridin' high like a Lac should No one ever liked a city slicker with a fat mouth Bring it round here bet you'll get your ass knocked out Down home boys on this song to make you feel fine Can't tell play some Hick-Hop for me one time Ol' Colt called me up said he needed some help I filled my cup in the trunk now I'm flyin' like hell I ain't ever been rehearsed I don't need no recital This is real country talk this ain't American Idol I made the noise for my boys they workin' so hard The rednecks checks to checks and the trailer parks Hick-Hop and body rock and put it up on the wall Country folks world wide now this all for y'all [Chorus: Danny Boone] This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around [Verse 4: Colt Ford] Well looky right here it's like a family reunion Everybody gather round and take communion Colt and Bubba K like Snow Man and Bandit Damnit they can't stand it just how we planned it Lord let the water wash away our sins Thank you for Danny Demun the Lacs and good friends 'Cause folks from the country ain't afraid of Jack We drink him and Jim and all of that hymn Amazing grace how sweet the sound And if you get in my face I'm a tear of the place And leave you layin' in the southern ground Sing it Danny [Chorus: Danny Boone] This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it We stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around [Verse 5: Demun Jones] It's about baggy jeans buckled and Georgia boots These mud bog tires chrome 22's 'Cause we country folks raised on breakin' blocks Always got something with the clip in the glove box The rifles tucked behind the rear seat If you see a buck duck my wife cooks the deer meat It's a spectacle you should really come see this DJ's mixin' Outkast with Kenny Chesney