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Lyricist: Big Smo
Lyrics:
[Chorus:] You can run boy but you can’t hide from us We gon find you Gonna give it up ain’t no running from the country (repeat)
[Verse 1:] Big trucks loud pipes get em spinnin Down home cooking that’s mamas fried chicken Pops moonshine top shelf winning Sweet southern dimes talkin pure country living You can have your sunset on the boulevard I’ll be front porch swinging looking over the yard Put my four wheel drive against your fancy car And in the mud I guarantee you won’t get too far We don’t do champagne sippin’ It’s past blue rippin’ couple twelve packs And the cooler just chilling Keep your black tie dinner we be backyard grilling Rolling through them woods where our races be ripping Out here you don’t need no VIP We kicking with our kin folk naturally So pour another round And make a toast Cause we serving up country in our twelve past doors
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:] From the bottom to the top Top to the bottom ride around every corner If you look you can spot em They got mud on their truck on their jeans their boots Put em in the crosshairs guarantee they’ll shoot Grown deep from the roots Southern by blood raised up to work hard Taught right how to love When push come to shove we be cream of the crop Built from the ground up and we can’t be stopped I let the tailgate drop and load em all up Take me down the dirt road in the back of my truck And we gonna get stuck But don’t even trip Lock the four wheel drive and let them 35’s grip You gon feel it in your hips from your head to ya feet So let the rhythm take control with this backwoods beat Don’t fight it when it’s right Cause you know it’s true You can run from the country boy But we gonna get you
[Chorus]
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