Dm G7 C
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
Dm G7 C
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
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Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country
Dm G7 C
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
