Lyrics JACK DANIELS - Wendigo , Lil Darkie

I took that fella round back to the water hole
I took that fella round back to the water hole
I took that fella round back to the water hole
Yee-hah
It's me everybody, howdy?
Lil Darkie, with another Christian hit
(Yuh)

I took that fella round back to the water hole
I turn that critter to dust and it's audible
I turn your ten-gallon hat to some particles
Can't even read what they wrote in my articles
I'm so illiterate
I can't even read a little bit
I keep a banjo my hip and I diddle it
Middle kid, I got some siblings
Rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings

I keep a bat, I keep score in my backyard
My daddy fat and he poor, it ain't that hard
My dad Republican, but he live on unemployment
Farming don't bring no enjoyment
Kids in my town is afflicted with opiates
Heroin needles addiction is copious
Never appropriate
Uncle yelling 'bout the Soviets taking over his Associates

I'm a country boy in my heart
I'm a country boy in these parts
I'm a country boy on my land
I'm a country boy, I don't bend
Uh, want some freedom, I'll deliver
Uh, out in Russia you might shiver
See the moonshine inside my liver
George shot Lenny by the river (uh)

Dipping tobacco inside of my lip again
Ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
Spit it inside of a jar, get my nicotine
Get the fuck outta my town man, I'm sick of them
Methamphetamine abusers
We the better men, they losers
The beggars cannot be the choosers

I be posted with my crackers
Some of us blacker but that ain't a factor
We packing that heat and it's hotter than barbecue
I'm with my dogs, that's Scooby Doo, Marmaduke
Put up a wall and I barb it too
That way it harming you
Hopping it that's what that karma do

I conceal carry my .38 special
Especially for any devilish vessels
My rifle don't trifle on who in its sights
If he evil my Deagle be taking his life
And that eagle, I keep on my Jeep and my Chevy
It fill up my heart 'til a part of me heavy
The levies they creaking
The plains and the peaks
And the valleys from Georgia
To Cali, I'm seeking

For destiny manifest
Definitely can attest
I despise everyone
Anyone's ran against
One reason or another
Whether northerner or southern
I prefer less stubbornness inside the governance

I want my vote to feel less like another miss
And like they thinking 'bout us normal citizens
I wonder if there's any time to fit us in
Too busy banning self-defence
Everybody's tense
None of these liberals are making any sense
Now there's some Nazi's that took up residence
Voted for Donald and I'm still scared of Pence

What the fuck is the whole country coming to?
Rappers and Muslims is dying and gunning too
Police get shot and they doin' the killing
Put end to this shit God-willing
All of the innocent blood we spilling
Everyone gun on yo' arm, no kneeling now
Here pop a pill if it's tearing you down
Welcome to new America town

Yee-haw
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stepping on my land
Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw)
What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright)
I'm in the field at four o'clock, so why you pressing?
"City folk, city folk, we don't like you city folk"
Pull up to my farm
And I'ma harm you
Let the 50 poke

Redneck man
Touch my daughter, I'ma slaughter you
Caught her by the water with a commie
So I shot her too, Waterloo
South Carolina and Nevada too

Proud to be American
It isn't getting hotter dude
It isn't getting hotter
I'm a martyr, I'm a patriot
Pull up in a Ford, with the rifle
Man, he ate the shit
Pull up on the tractor, with my pastor
You an atheist
We don't need guns
On the web? You the laziest
Craziest!

To think you can stop
Popping these enemies
And I ain't stopping the dropping
'Til I get ten at least
I tow magnums drink
Jack Daniels, not Hennessy
Dragon's breath in my weapon
Get them from Tennessee
I could bury you open, carry the remedy
Whipping out my property stop like Kennedy
Home of watching Fox News like it's the fucking playoffs
All these politicians smoking crack rock and getting payoffs

Tax paying
Track laying
Hopping out the back spraying
I'm voting
Nine toting
Won the war and I'm gloating
Beer drinking
Clear thinking
'Merican man
At the beach
A seagull is wearing a can

Stepping on my land
Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw)
What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One, two, three

Stepping on my land
Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw)
What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright)
I'm in the field at four o'clock, so why you pressing?
Pressing on me, I'ma teach your boys a lesson

Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker!
Yuh, yuh
I took that fella round back to the water hole
I turn that critter to dust and it's audible
I turn your ten-gallon hat to some particles
Can't even read what they wrote in my-