Lyrics

[Chorus: Rooster] Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise [Verse 1] You never catch me straight laid back, all up in the Maybach That don't make them work boots face that I'd rather be up in the '81 Chevy with the 8 track Bumpin' that way back, rollin' clean like Ajax Rollin' through Savanna with a Vanna like I'm Sajak Hey Pat I know that you hate that But the haters lookin' at me like they don't want a guppie Like how did he say that (Say that) But I don't think I'm out of order just a country boy reporter That just simply has to state facts (State facts) 'Cause I've been pimpin' since pimpin And shrimpin' and dippin' and limpin' And you can check up on the day back (Day back) I got a camouflage cutie with a bangin' little bootie Now how you gonna rate that (Rate that) If you ever think I'm lyin' just to hit 'em and rewind And listen for the play back (Play back) [Chorus: Rooster] Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise [Verse 2: Rooster] I creep back up in the cypress stump lake Find a big ol' chunky lighter Got her tied up with a chain (Yeah) It's free pickin's if you live around close If you don't Mr. Remington will let your ass go Ain't nothin' much goin' on past 10 Bunch of high school friends huntin' shit to get into Pretty soon you got that crooked ass grin 'Cause the hunch punch gin runs about 110 proof See I can show you how to creep 'round incognito Lay the seat down in that dookie brown El Camino Stay up whiskey bent and hell bound How you like my creedo I ain't sweatin' 'bout gettin' caught 'Cause the law is all we know You see a patch of woods me I see potential Wrap a fence around the edge And throw some cattle in the middle Hey it ain't much of your business But this tractor ain't a rental Front to back, back and forth Matter fact, now play your fiddle boy [Chorus: Rooster] Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise Now baby this country livin' let me think I never wanna see the light Yeah we talk slow, most of us poo', but I think I found paradise paradise