?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton?s son, South of the country, west of the city, Chip
's where i'm going I know a town in N.W. Mexico where the sun is gold and life exists hideaway hideaway truly hideaway hideaway truly My country got raped by big
A Country boy can survive And a Country boy can survive Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun We say grace
Got a rock and roll ditty From the heart of the city To a country lane far away Drums are beatin' And the bass repeatin' And it rocks you to sleep just
I love a free country The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy Zapruder the first to masturbate The world's first taste of crucified grace And
s where i'm going I know a town in N.W. Mexico where the sun is gold and life exists hideaway hideaway truly hideaway hideaway truly My country got raped by big
plans for you, man) He ate his weight in country ham Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland Dis-Grace-Land Dis-Grace-Land Dis-Grace-Land Dis-Grace-Land Dis-Grace
: Got a rock and roll ditty From the heart of the city To a country lane far away Drums are beatin' And the bass repeatin' And it rocks you to sleep
bar is crammed to the rafters with tales of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is flowin like never before as all over the country folks
Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities There ain't no doubt in my mind Country must be country
I take pride in everything I've got 'Cause I'm American-born and country by the grace of God We build a world of dreams on a big ol' piece of land We
fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country
explore Flyin' thru space like a comet, DJ Tomekk, making you drunk niggaz vomit Sling it to the Hip hop junkie from country to country Mike whores swing
I?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton?s son, South of the country, west of the city, Chip
that's where i'm going I know a town in N.W. Mexico where the sun is gold and life exists hideaway hideaway truly hideaway hideaway truly My country got raped by big
