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Lyrics: Deep beneath the fallen leaves The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains Rebel flags by the dozen doin' a truck bed dance That firewater drippin' in a couple glass jugs Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some There ain't no mistaken where we all come from We from the country, the hollars and hills If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears In the country, where we all down the road Don't start no shit on my one lane road In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country Yeah boy! Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt Make a city boy say “Bubba we ain't want none“ Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go So watch me stomp in the dust, square dance on the game Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger, you can give it to fame Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I'm sayin' We from the country, the hollars and hills If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears In the country, where we all down the road Don't start no shit on my one lane road In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country Hell yeah! Bunch of redneck, rough face, hard lookin' ass Came from the wrong side of the motherfuckin' tracks That's no lie Bubba, that's the way of life 'round here Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap Hillbillies on the front porch bumpin' our shit Old cars in the front yard needin' to be fixed Old dog chained to a big tree in the back Talk shit if you want, he was trained to attack I was raised the same way, by my grandfather around the way He taught me how to use a gun, aim bang bang Got that barrel smokin' leave you open, you just hopin' you don't die Don't approach him you'll be chokin' from the smoke when bullets fly I'd rather be calm like the leaves in the fall Watch 'em change colors on the front porch with my dog Listen up real close I'mma say this one time Country ain't just a state, it's my state of mind We from the country, the hollars and hills If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears In the country, where we all down the road Don't start no shit on my one lane road In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country Is any rednecks in the house? They don't really want it man, it must be a joke We gettin' jiggy in the boonies, you can tell from the smoke Lightin' the flame to this whole god damn thing Just crank it up loud and you can see what I'm sayin' And keep an open mind, we got a class to teach It ain't no Panama City but more bikinis than the beach Enough hillbillies to invade our whole city MSNBC said 12 million at least And that's twice as many boots stompin' straight on that ass And that's twice as many trigger fingers ready to blast I got my work clothes on, campfire cologne We rollin' deep off in this bitch, Calhoun, Church, Jones We from the country, the hollars and hills If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears In the country, where we all down the road Don't start no shit on my one lane road In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country
