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Country Life...[Verse 1:] |
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Front post livin swiggin wiskey and mescaline |
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Swining fly swatters catchin trails from that ketmine |
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We on some otha level country like a |
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Mutha****a |
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Ask the way |
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I'm living shit they ain't no otha mutha****a |
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Give me mosquitoes and a moonlit night |
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Give me a red dirt road and |
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I'll be doin all right |
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Sittin down by the river bottle of |
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Grits mill |
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Double fistin evan williams steady climbin heavy hill |
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This is what it's all about |
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I couldn't ask for nothin betta |
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Me Myself |
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I'm high and ****ed up, light as a feather |
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I hear them crickets chirpin |
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I think I'll lay back and listen |
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I got a line off in the water but |
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I ain't thinkin about fishin.[Chorus:] |
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This... is that country life |
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This is the life for meliquor,cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me |
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Country... till |
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I die...This is the life for meliquor, cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me[Verse 2:] |
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I like them bitches talk that dirty south slang |
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I like them bitches they be walkin shake that dirty south thang |
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There be them hoes up on that cornbread chicken and collard greensham hockin bitches sweetpotatoes and red beanswhere did you get an ass like that pissed off in that baby fat suckin on a dr pepper shirts all in her booty crackthey come up speakin slow like "how ya'll doin?"always sassy, kinda nasty and with somethin ta prove, yeahya'll know them ones from kentucky and alabamadem swamp livin cajun bitches straight out louisianathe carolinas georgia florida even mississippicountry girls with fat 'ol assesaskin them can |
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I see them tities[Chorus:] |
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This... is country life |
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This is the life for meliquor,cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me |
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Country... till |
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I die...This is the life for meliquor,cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me[Verse 3:] |
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Rusty cars off in the yard |
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Bitches booze and tittie bars |
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That's the way we livin drink our liquor straight up out the jar |
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Rollin wood, we blowin smoke, poppin pills, until we choke180 proof to wash it down and that's all she wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay andlet it all be catered by the |
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Ol' Country |
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BuffetPass the whiskey bottle and drink it like your |
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Full grown and let them bitches dance here ****in naked on my tombstone[Chorus: X2] |
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This... is country life |
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This is the life for meliquor,cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me |
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Country... till |
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I die...This is the life for meliquor,cars and tittie bars |
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This is the life for me |
