paroles de chanson Flatland Hillbillies - Rodney Crowell , Lee Ann Womack
We′re
flatland
hillbillies
Irish-Cajun-Creole
mix
My
brother's
on
an
offshore
rig
My
sister′s
on
the
pole
at
Slick's
Mama
takes
in
people's
washing
She
was
widowed
by
a
pipeline
man
We′re
flatland
hillbillies
Getting
by
on
what
we
can
River
rats
and
jon
boat
shrimpers
Trouble
in
our
DNA
It
wouldn′t
be
the
same
Port
Arthur
If
we
got
up
and
moved
away
God
forbid
we
hit
the
lotto
The
chances
are,
we'd
wind
up
shot
We′re
flatland
hillbillies
Getting
by
on
what
we
can
Flatland
hillbillies
Heather
to
the
marrow
bone
Working
on
your
cars
and
drinking
in
your
bars
And
running
every
red
light
home
If
you've
never
ran
a
trot
line
Never
skinned
an
eight-point
buck
Never
had
a
squirrel
meat
sandwich
(Covered
up
in
gravy)
Then
I
guess
you′re
just
out
of
luck
(And
I
don't
mean
maybe)
Living
on
the
edge
of
nowhere
(We
ain′t
going
nowhere)
Isn't
for
the
faint
of
heart
(Oh
no,
we're
not)
We′re
flatland
hillbillies
Waiting
on
the
fire
to
start
Flatland
hillbillies
Another
other
breed
apart
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