an outlaw's song - demun jones & upchurch lyrics
[verse 1: upchurch]
i was a hundred miles an hour on an open road with a five-speed in the floor
i was a clear mason jar sittin’ half full hidden in my paw paw’s big red barn
i was a no shirt, no money, riverside junkie runnin’ on an eighth tank of gas
and if that ain’t redneck enough for you brother, then you can kiss my redneck -ss
[chorus: upchurch]
’cause i was made in the shade on a gamec-ck farm
yeah, i was brought up ’round that waist-high gr-ss
i got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
but i’m still truckin’ on h-lla fast
there ain’t no man big enough, not enough county cops
to stop me when i’m buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
h-ll, what can i say and who are you to blame
for me livin’ out an outlaw’s song (turn it up)
[verse 2: demun jones]
lightin’ up the road like liquid gold
i’m in a crew cab honkin’ on cruise control
free bird on blast (yeah), speakers all blown
every mailbox i p-ss i’m swingin’ on
yeah, demarini and a ball bat
break one got another one to fall back, on (oh)
it’s jones and i’m real p-ssed
been a bad boy ain’t get sh-t for christmas
ball in the yard with the boys knuckle up
tackle no pads and we all bloodied up
heavily outweighed but let me tell you what
that size don’t matter when you kick them in the nuts
you’re messed up, i got a license to drive
and it’s a hundred mile an hour on i-75
i’m cuttin’ georgia down the middle like a hot b-tter knife
can’t blame it on my momma, god knows she tried
[chorus: upchurch]
’cause i was made in the shade on a gamec-ck farm
yeah, i was brought up ’round that waist-high gr-ss
i got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
but i’m still truckin’ on h-lla fast
there ain’t no man big enough, not enough county cops
to stop me when i’m buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
h-ll, what can i say and who are you to blame
for me livin’ out an outlaw’s song
[verse 3: upchurch]
uh, hard rock, hard rock, and rap sh-t
shotgun sh-lls quit actin’ up on my adlibs
white trash, white trash for hot wheels
gotta go my junkies who constantly want to pop pills
my bills are too high for you
stealin’ and wheelin’ and dealin’ my sh-t in the middle of the night
a bar fight, yeah, that’s not what it is
you ain’t gettin’ any chance with this remington
i don’t call the police, i keep it og
everybody on the other side of ac know the old me
so steal your b-tch sit her next to my big seat
shoot a bird to your daddy, drag your -ss to the concrete
if i had a shotgun sh-ll for every flying f-ck i gave
i’d be standing in the swamp missing ducks all day
true blue roughneck, little buddy come play
get fed to the hogs in the usa
[chorus: upchurch]
’cause i was made in the shade on a gamec-ck farm
yeah, i was brought up ’round that waist-high gr-ss
i got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road
but i’m still truckin’ on h-lla fast
there ain’t no man big enough, not enough county cops
to stop me when i’m buckwild gone (buckwild gone)
h-ll, what can i say and who are you to blame
for me livin’ out an outlaw’s song
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