paroles de chanson Yuppie Folks Can't Survive (feat. Bottleneck) - Bottleneck , Outlaw

(Now God dangit Outlaw What did I tell you about them yuppies
They aint right boy I tell you what)
YELLOW!!!
I headed into town
Theres yuppies all around
Their cars broke down
And they're layin on the ground
His battrey is dead
But they dont know what to do
Sumbitchin city boys thinkin at their wrench and glue
He was lookin at the belt
And I didnt even help
If you really want to learn
You got to do it for yourself
Man thats all that I know
Boe
O-U-T-L-A-dub
And that is what I go by
Fires, Tires, Chicken wires
Fresh Eggs in the mornin that dont expire
Country born and country bread
Im a dadgum rebel till the day im dead
Yuppie folks dont know about this
I dont whine
And I dont bitch
I'll just sit and sip my shine
And they'll be stuck off in that ditch
(Hold on, Hold on that sumbitch right there chargin' up his pruis with his gosh dang iphone)
You know they cant fish
And you know they dont dip
And they damn sure cant get a truck out of a ditch
(Yuppie folks cant survive)
And they cant plow a field
And they cant gig a frog
And you know they dont farm
And they're never at the bar
(Yuppie folks cant survive)
Silly bitches relyin on the mother truckin goverment
While im out in the woods
Workin for the frickin hell of it
Huntin all day
Just to feed my dadgum family
And yall just at the store
Buyin chips and UN-sweet tea
When the wold goes to shit
And your off the goverments tit
You'll be lookin at us hicks
Like we're God sumbitch
But go ahead make fun of us now
I'll turn my head go milk a cow
One day it'll all come rainin down
And you sumbitches gonna drown
Yuppie folks cant survuve
Spit some copenhagan in your eye
Yuppie folks cant survive
Come to the country
Kiss your ass goodbye
(Man all this yuppie talk makes me wanna get a dip right Now im gonna get out of here and let Bottleneck finish This sumbitch
Lets go boys)
You know they cant fish
And you know they dont dip
And they damn sure cant get a truck out of a ditch
(Yuppie folks cant survive)
And they cant plow a feild
And they cant gig a frog
And you know they dont farm
And they're never at the bar
Yuppie folks cant survuve
Southernfried up
Hit the fo
What you keep starin for
Like you aint seen a
Hillbilly redneck with a gign pole
Camoflage overhauls
Southern drawn
Them red cups
A stong handle of that good stuff
Make a yuppie folk hicup
Yeah thats what we all about
More country than the law allowes
Yeah I gotta bubba lip
Product of a skoal pouch
Skin a buck up in the pines
Hang him up
Let him dry
Do wonders with a fishin line
Then fix a truck with chicken wire
Yuppie folks cant survive
Ive seen it with the rebel eyes
Yall just some weekend rednecks ridin 35s
Yeah we the real deal
Honkeys in them hay feilds
Country folks can survive
Yeah we let the liquor spill
(Yeah we may not know how to turn on one of thoes X-box sumbucks but we do know how to do three things and thats fish, hunt, and dip and thats all you need to know in this gosh dang world son KEEP IT FRICKIN HILLBILLY)