From the dirt roads to the city lights
I done my dirt cold chilly life
Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine
I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes
Well sum' ** look what them boys done come with
Then ** the fame man I'm cool off that dumb **
Born in the boons the sticks got me this far
You've come from the hills you leave with a few scars
I wasn't stackin' racks I was stackin' car tires
And mark my land with eight miles of barbed wire
It seems like since we was kids we was hard wired
To drink whiskey and bar fights and start fires
Out in my shop I got somethin' to wrench on
And out in my crop I got somethin' to stench on
Sport a carhartt ** got something to clench on
And you can't tell me nothin' homeboy I'm too head strong
And we was tired of the same **
All you lame kids so we made our on language
I got a ** degree so ** cambridge
Kali wop let them know who we came with
I'm as country as your gun wrapped in camo
** around and chopped the top up off the lambo
From the other side but Bubba's still fam though
No strings attached country as some banjos
I ain't trippin' I was raised in tough tennis shoes
I've been through way to much to ever try to envy you
I'm a country boy the city life is miniscule
** the water grow some ** up in the swimming pool
There's a party everybody bring your wheel barrel
I ain't country man you funny will ferrell
** your liquor we get moonshine and we fill barrels
White lightin' and I ain't just hypin'
I keep the greenery don't ** with the tumbleweeds
And I surround myself with family 'cause they humble me
Long distance better know I'm not playin' with ya
JG hit 'em with the Winchester
From the dirt roads to the city lights
I done my dirt cold chilly life
Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine
I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes
Country boy do it big like a pine tree
On the porch with my folks sippin' sweet tea
Generations in the town man about three
Ain't no other place in the world I'd rather be
Than with my kinfolk on the good smoke
Barbecue at the pad homie lets go
Yeah you know how we do it here
In the game hoggin' lanes better keep clear
In my pickup truck rollin' with the beat up
Flyin' down a back road better roll the ** up
Full moon cold brew and the fresh air
Cowgirl boots daisy dukes standin' over there
Makin' moves causin' grooves just to get the dough
Got a little now but I need a little mo'
Tip your hat to the game man that's how it go
Like to do our ** big but we ridin' slow
From the dirt roads to the city lights
I done my dirt cold chilly life
Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine
I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes