Lyrics

[Intro: Demun Jones] Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Demun Jones] Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride) Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die) Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried) [Verse 1: Tex] Turbo diesel six-point-o Six inch lift got me rollin' real slow (Slow) Thirty-sevens hummin', stack blows smoke We run the west coast in a black power stroke Talkin' super duty goose neck, heavy hauler Make your ladies bounce like shocks on a rock crawler Snapback hat with the bill still flat Still the same old dude just a few more tats (Come on) Shinnin' shotguns you bet I got some Burgers on the grill go and grab you a hot one Where I'm from we party 'til the cops come Country fried is how we rock, son [Chorus: Demun Jones] Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride) Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die) Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried) [Verse 2: Bird] I was raised in the woods down in Mississippi Daddy was a preacher so the money wasn't easy He worked from dawn to dusk takin' any job to provide for us In a single wide mobile home trailer I would lay awake at night Hopin' that tomorrow I would catch a few more fish and bring 'em back for my mama to fry We didn't have that much Hand-me-down clothes and a beat up truck An old leather bible and a family full of love We were all country fried, baptized in the mud [Chorus: Demun Jones] Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride) Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die) Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried) [Verse 3: Demun Jones] You see me rollin' in the four by, straw hat, button up City folks sittin' on the side lines shuttin' up Lady on my right side, swim suit, cover kind Home grown, home town, beauty queen, lovin' my loyalty Purple, gold that's royalty Livin' in a small town's never old to me Get gas OC GC everybody I'm a role model so I'm showin' everybody (Good God) You can get what you want just don't listen They told me that I'd never be in this position It feels good to say it in a song finally But I ain't never tryin' to live no where but Jones County [Chorus: Demun Jones] Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride) Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die) Ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried) [Bridge: Demun Jones] That's the way I ride (Yeah), 'cause I'm country fried A rebel flag on my ride (Come on), 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Same girl for life, 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Yeah that's the way we ride (That's the way we ride), 'cause we country fried ('Cause we, 'cause we, yeah) [Chorus: Demun Jones] Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried) Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride) Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die) Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried) [Outro: Demun Jones] C-Country fried C-Country fried See me rollin' in the four by, straw hat C-Country fried C-Country fried 'Cause we, 'cause we, we country fried