Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pine creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the grass for free
And there a'int been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I a'int just part of that country
'Cause that country's part of me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Son bakin' down on my back in the bass hole
That asshole spray paints everything camo
Nah, I a'int professional
Got Walmart cans though
Get up out that case of hoochie coohie on the dance floor
Choppin' like machetes at McCallas and McCambo
Rather drive a truck than a brand new Lambo'
C-H, E-A, T-H-A-M-C-O
A'int gone hold me back, drop life, down in polo
You won't catch me slippin' 'cause I'm comin' like some swampers
I get hurt, rub some dirt on it
I don't need a doctor
Grew up around them outlaws, I kept my ears open
Heard stories that a'int nature 'till the tenth time they told 'em
Six guns gettin' drawn on illegal games of poker
Chicken fights on other states, cages in or when they beg 'em
Lightin' up a cigarette, blowin' smoke up out the window
Middle of the summer radio, seats made of leather
Gamblin' with them roosters, even with all the Kentucky Copers
I be cookin' up somethin' like steam mashed and copper
I stay smokin' on loud, or you'll leak under a chopper
My road is kind of rocky but I bet you I'm a topper
It a'int nothin' but a gamble like dice, watch with them snake eyes
They're hidin' in the grass
That's why I constantly cut mine
I'm makin' me a path and slowly droppin' them land mines
Flame in my hand let's make us one of them wildfires

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
No shirt, sun burnt, smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyennes, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents, buzzin' off a bottle of fifth
Crankin' up that Kid Rock, everybody turnin' heads
35's hummin on that river road asphalt
Windows rolled down, give a wave to the county cops
Got a lot of haters in the county lines own
But that's okay 'cause I'm sittin' on my throne
You a'int doin' it how I'm doin' it so go talk that lotty dotty
I be kickin' in the pond, go ahead get in front of me
And I love fist fightin' like my sister's Ronda Rousey
Comin' straight up out that screen door
Straight up off the damn porch
Burnin' haters just chase 'em with a lit torch
Hop up in the damn Ford
Gas to the damn floor
Dust in the window, adrenaline, I know you want more
Mirrors shakin' in the doors, crankin' up that Justin Moore
Beer by the case, comin' out of Lewis country store
Rebel flag hat, few scars on my knuckles
'Cause I live fast always and I a'int even buckle
Hop that little picket fence and get some mud up on the mirror