Lyrics:
the houaeoazeiouse
Mark: Wee! Hey, you know what, hang on
I wanna make this like a big golf -
Tom: (burp) Excuse me! Mark: Excuse Tom
Tom: Sorry mark: I wanna make
shinin' like chrome
Signin' tit's in my shows on
Chicks I don't know
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch
Welcome to the country
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
to take you
'Cause I'm a country boy, I've got a four-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
the side of the road
Where the mighty light of God's great mercy fload
There was prayin' shoutin' singin' till the country side was ringin'
Brush arbors by
heel, so don't you ever cry for me,
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come,
Take a ride through the country.
Up, dressed, and gone by
to the country, show me where you from"
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me and we gon' have some fun"
I'll break out my big wheel and you can climb on up
Girl, I
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
roads
Rebel flagpoles
Big G hoes
Bootlegger never close
Thugs ballers and bitches and hoes
Country back roads dirt bike four wheeling
How could ya judge
new country did arise.
And a mighty fine idea. "Adopted unanimously in Congress July 4, 1776,
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen
'Twas there that he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad came
boots with spurs on the heels
Saddle up your horse for this country ride
Wave your cowgirl hat to show your country pride
Miles of road led us to where
Saturday morning
Go catch country bus
Hey
Verse
Deh pon di way there was traffic jam
The road was block me by police man
Fix an dem pull
Pull a dem search
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
Tom Joad got loose from McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
With a guitar in his hands a pocket full of songs
A lot of talent and a heart full of hope
And he's gonna be the next big country star and the country
ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new
She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream
My momma said, "That drama don't need it"
Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and
If you can keep it, you ain't
made for bonfires just south of the creek,
But that ain't what's country bout me
I don't drive a truck, but here's a concept for you,
Your 4 wheel drive
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