paroles de chanson WHERE YA AT - Hardy

Where ya at, cold beer sipper?
Camo'd out, little Skoal mint dipper
Chicken liver, catfish lip ripper
Patch on your shirt with your daddy's name

Where ya at, Carhartt king?
Ridin' around with your Marlboro queen
Making a big, loud Mapco scene
With a cloud of smoke when you drive away

Yeah, there's rednecks in the North
Hell, there's rednecks in the South
And we all got some kinda twang
Little country slang coming out our mouth

Stacking bales, spraying the Stetson
Raisin' hell, but saying the blessin'
I know you're out there
Toting a shotgun, I just got one little question

Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City

Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder
So put ya long neck up
If ya' got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Aw, where ya at

I'm talkin' moonshine makin', Conway crankin'
Neon-chasing folks (ya'll know what I'm talkin' about, right?)
You know them diesel-drivin'
Country boy survivin'
Clampetts coast to coast

Well, let your cross tattoo and your colors show (yeah)
Y'all, I just wanna know

Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City

Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder
So put ya long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at

Where ya at

To the United States of America
If you're ready to get lit on a Friday night
If you're a hard-working, country music loving, fried tomato eating
Shirt-off-your back-giving, salt of the earth, bad motherfucker
I just wanna know one thing
Where you at?

Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City

Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder
So put ya' long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at

Where ya' at