It's the mudslingin', country singin' redneck stunner
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Imma show you who I am if you really think you wanna
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take a ride down the dirty road, show ya where the still is
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skeered? stay at home son, this is where the real is
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Folks 'round her still belive in God
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and the right to tote a gun and our flag don't run
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ain't askin' you fo nothin' if we can't get it on our own
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tell the government to leave my check and church alone
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Y'all can do y'all and we'll do us
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and our money should always say "In God We Trust"
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So if you think like that, then you one of us
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if not then move on and leave us alone
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Cuz country folk can survive, jus' ask Hank
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leave my money in my pocket y'all can have the bank
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I'm tryin to tell ya we smarter than some of y'all think
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even though we talk slow all of y'all should know that..
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(hook)
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This is our song everybody sing it
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clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it
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Stand our ground and we don't back down
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if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it
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This is our song everybody sing it
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clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean
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Stand our ground and we don't back down
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and if you don't like it then don't come around
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(Verse)
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We come from hardworking people, they can't stand a thief
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don't like a liar, freezer full of deer meat
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home grown tomatoes in the kitchen window
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Daddy is a deacon, mama sings "Swing Low"
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at the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
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Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
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We represent our folk but don't take us for a joke
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we got a cooler full of boo and a pocket full of smoke
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Yeah we country as corn bread, and pumpin' Nappy Roots
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and if it ain't funeral we ain't gon' wear a suit
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We peein' off the front porch, peein' of da back
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cuz we livin' in da boonies and they don't know where we at
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Can't market us urban, won't market us rural
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drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural
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Small town livin' and we don't give a damn
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if yo Hollywood or not, cuz we know who we am
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(Repeat hook)
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(Verse)
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Ain't funny how the money change who you is
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sell your sould to teh devil be a star in his biz
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give up everything so you can play this game
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make a buncha folks happy that don't know yo name
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Don't worry 'bout me, Imma spit the truth
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see I gotta represent for our country youth
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and keep hope alive, cuz I will survive
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with a shotgun baby and a four wheel drive
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I'm buck huntin' dog runnin' playin' in a mud hole
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pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road
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Love it in the country where my soul is free
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In God and my family is all I need, sing it
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(Repeat hook twice)
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This Is Our Song
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| Colt Ford |
