paroles de chanson Country Folks - Danny Boone , Bubba Sparxxx
Country
fried
baptized
in
gravy
Cant
wash
off
what
the
good
lord
made
you
No
matter
how
far
that
highway
goes
An
old
dirt
road
will
get
you
home
(come
on)
If
you
can
see
it
in
their
eye
when
they
try
to
lie
If
your
the
bullet
hole
in
the
stop
sign
kind
Then
I′m
right
there
with
ya
put
your
drinks
up
high
For
my
country
folks(hey)
My
country
folks
(hey)
Im
out
here
on
a
thousand
acre
plot
of
land
And
i
cant
hear
em
hating
on
me
I'm
a
modest
man
Talking
with
jimmie
matheson
he
got
a
plan
And
when
he
talk
i
listen
to
him
Thats
a
lot
of
man
He
said
we
need
to
take
it
back
to
the
root
of
it
I
put
on
for
the
country
thats
the
truth
of
it
Im
talkin
last
millenium
we
was
repping
it
Before
anybody
had
accepted
it
We
introduced
them
to
the
cooler
on
the
tailgate
Full
of
cold
natty
light
playing
satellite
A
little
dave
while
we
misbehave
ok
Once
we
figure
the
game
out
we
go
play
A
generation
of
people
that
love
tupac
And
hank,
we
banging
it
in
the
boondocks
Now
put
your
drink
in
the
air
if
you
ain′t
scared
Them
folks
been
doing
that
think
yeah
Country
fried
baptized
in
gravy
Cant
wash
off
what
the
good
lord
made
you
No
matter
how
far
that
highway
goes
An
old
dirt
road
will
get
you
home
(come
on)
If
you
can
see
it
in
their
eye
when
they
try
to
lie
If
your
the
bullet
hole
in
the
stop
sign
kind
Then
I'm
right
there
with
ya
put
your
drinks
up
high
For
my
country
folks(hey)
My
country
folks
(hey)
See
me
an
bubba
we
been
doin
this
a
long
while
It
sure
seems
alot
longer
than
a
country
mile
Hollywood
looked
good
full
of
fake
friends
I
never
thought
we
could
ever
be
here
again(we
back)
Time
heals,
one
fell
one
came
up
Back
together
son,
we
gonna
tear
this
thing
up
A
lot
of
talkers,
i
ain't
gotta
name
em
They
wanna
be
us,
hell
i
cant
blame
em
So
looky
here
cold
beer
on
the
tailgate
Been
doing
this
for
some
years,
yall
so
late
Bangin
outcast
and
a
lil
george
straight
Hot
damn
colt
ford
back
with
Bubba
k
Country
fried
baptized
in
gravy
Cant
wash
off
what
the
good
lord
made
you
No
matter
how
far
that
highway
goes
An
old
dirt
road
will
get
you
home
(come
on)
If
you
can
see
it
in
their
eye
when
they
try
to
lie
If
your
the
bullet
hole
in
the
stop
sign
kind
Then
I′m
right
there
with
ya
put
your
drinks
up
high
For
my
country
folks(hey)
My
country
folks
(hey)
Everything
really
funny
till
the
money
comes
Now
they
want
some
And
they
aint
want
it
none
And
thats
just
how
the
thing
go
when
you
git
r
done
Yeah
we
did
it
son
Yeah
we
did
it
son
We
was
drinkin
jim
beam
by
the
handle
Me
and
steven
heard
they
loadin
up
ammo
Bumpin
goodie
mob,
realtree
camo
This
white
boy
really
think
hes
rambo
Cut
the
beat
on,
bet
his
ass
jam
though
Dont
like
it,
straight
to
hell
is
where
you
can
go
12
pointer
hangin
right
above
the
mantel
You
dont
like
the
program
change
the
channel
Country
fried
baptized
in
gravy
Cant
wash
off
what
the
good
lord
made
you
No
matter
how
far
that
highway
goes
An
old
dirt
road
will
get
you
home
(come
on)
If
you
can
see
it
in
their
eye
when
they
try
to
lie
If
your
the
bullet
hole
in
the
stop
sign
kind
Then
I′m
right
there
with
ya
put
your
drinks
up
high
For
my
country
folks(hey)
My
country
folks
(hey)
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