Lyrics

Well, hello there folks How the hell are you doin It's good to be in Your local bar again So let's get loud We'll get stoned an get proud Have a damn good time Until the show's end Sometimes I'm wired An' sometimes, I'm tired But I'm doin' the best that I can So let's have a drink And get drunk with Hank An may the outlaws rise again Well I'm a son of a son I've got shit for what I've said an done Well, I remember watchin ol Waylon When he was shootin his shotgun It's a certain kinda livin It's a certain kinda style Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun Than to hear that shit They call pop-country music On 98.1 Just so you know So it's set in stone Kid Rock don't come from Where I come from: Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank He ain't no son of Hank And if you thought so Well god-damn, you're fucking dumb So let's get real loud Let's get stoned and proud Pour me another shot of whiskey An this one's for the south It's a certain kinda livin It's a certain kinda style Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild