Adam Calhoun, Demun Jones and Upchurch - Country

Deep beneath the fallen leaves

The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees

The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains

Rebel flags by the dozen doin' a truck bed dance

That firewater drippin' in a couple glass jugs

Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs

Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some

There ain't no mistaken where we all come from


We from the country, the hollars and hills

If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears

In the country, where we all down the road

Don't start no shit on my one lane road

In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country


Yeah boy!

Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts

Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts

Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt

Make a city boy say ""Bubba we ain't want none""

Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack

Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats

I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know

No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go

So watch me stomp in the dust, square dance on the game

Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink

So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger, you can give it to fame

Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I'm sayin'


We from the country, the hollars and hills

If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears

In the country, where we all down the road

Don't start no shit on my one lane road

In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country


Hell yeah!

Bunch of redneck, rough face, hard lookin' ass

Came from the wrong side of the motherfuckin' tracks

That's no lie Bubba, that's the way of life 'round here

Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap

Hillbillies on the front porch bumpin' our shit

Old cars in the front yard needin' to be fixed

Old dog chained to a big tree in the back

Talk shit if you want, he was trained to attack

I was raised the same way, by my grandfather around the way

He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang

Got that barrel smokin' leave you open, you just hopin' you don't die

Don't approach him you'll be chokin' from the smoke when bullets fly

I'd rather be calm like the leaves in the fall

Watch 'em change colors on the front porch with my dog

Listen up real close I'mma say this one time

Country ain't just a state, it's my state of mind


We from the country, the hollars and hills

If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears

In the country, where we all down the road

Don't start no shit on my one lane road

In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country


Is any rednecks in the house?

They don't really want it man, it must be a joke

We gettin' jiggy in the boonies, you can tell from the smoke

Lightin' the flame to this whole god damn thing


Just crank it up loud and you can see what I'm sayin'

And keep an open mind, we got a class to teach

It ain't no Panama City but more bikinis than the beach

Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city

MSNBC said 12 million at least

And that's twice as many boots stompin' straight on that ass

And that's twice as many trigger fingers ready to blast

I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne

We rollin' deep off in this bitch, Calhoun, Church, Jones


We from the country, the hollars and hills

If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears

In the country, where we all down the road

Don't start no shit on my one lane road

In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country

Written by:
JARED RYAN SCIULLO, RYAN UPCHURCH

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