No Place Like Home

Hand me a cold one old son

Listen I can hear my kinfolks one ton

Coming down the road whoa let the fire blow whoa

Round on the hang up the day all the work's done

We gotta find a way to give me a person

Got no place to go oh I got no place to go

No place like home there's no place like home yeah uh

Bourbon suburban bumping that bourbons and lacs

No limit to my sipping of that bourbon out back

We all gathered around the homestead throwing them back

Horse shoes with that ringer sinking corn hole sacks

Hats blue ribbon on the chicken with them sauces and it's hitting

Forget about the world it just keeps on spinning

Country boys and girls and we just keep on winning

Rocking all across the world and we just keep on living it up

And I will never be he better off

I won't sell my soul to take the pressure off

I drink enough to fill a metal trough

They don't even call the doctors they just let them go

I guess my life ain't half bad

My son got a hook shot he got it from his granddad

And even though we got left dead

We were hella faithful just to have that come on

Hand me a cold one old son

Listen I can hear my kinfolks warm tongue

Coming down the road whoa let the fire blow whoa

Hang up the day all the words done

We gotta find a way to give me a person

Got no place to go no place to go

No place like home no place like home

Bet you can hear me coming down the road

No place anywhere quite like home

Rather your family friend or foe

Kinfolk know where the buffalo roam

Big rigs listening we blow wild smoke and distill it

Got a new spot let's christen it

A hot one now she signaling good times good vibes

Birds fly high I'm missing it

Got no place to go there's no place quite like home

Lay my head wherever I roam

Bases bumping tires are humming

Peace pipes are puffing yeah it's time for hunting

Chief and lock an indian rolling on the indian chief

On these beats and the streets feel the heat

Ain't no place like home where the blue grass grows

And the wild cats roam yeah we rolling on at home room

Working till the day is done

Now it's time to have some fun

Pull up with a handle then we'll sip until we see the sun

Buffalo riding now you know it's only popping

In the hillside rocking got them country folks flocking

Come on hand me a cold one old son

Listen I can hear my kinfolks one ton

Coming down the road whoa let the fire blow whoa

Hang up the day all the words done

We gotta find a way to give me a person

Got no place to go whoa no place like home whoa