Colt Ford - Country Folks lyrics

[Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (hey) My country folk (hey) [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land And I can't hear em hating on me I'm a modest man Talking wit Jimmie Mathis he got a plan And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops) He said we need to take it back to the root of it I put on for the country, that's the truth of it I'm talkin' last millennium we was reppin it Before anybody had accepted it We introduced em' to the cooler on the tailgate Full of cold natty light, playing satellite A little Dave while we misbehave, ok Once we figure the game out, we go play A generation of people that love 2Pac and Hank We banging it in the boondocks Now put your drank in the air if you ain't scared Them folks been doing that thing yeah [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (hey) My country folk (hey) [Verse 2: Colt Ford] See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile Hollywood look good, full of fake friends I never thought we could ever be here again (we back) Time heals, one fell, one came up Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up A lot of talkers, I ain't gotta name em' They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em' So looky here, cold beer on a tailgate Been doing this for some years, ya'll so late Bangin' Outcast and a little George Straight Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (hey) My country folk (hey) [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] Everythang real funny till the money come Now they want some and they ain't want it none And that's just how the thing go when you get-r-done Yeah we did it son (yeah we did it son) We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle Me and Steven heard they loadin' up ammo Bumpin Goodie Mob, Realtree camo This white boy really think he Rambo Cut the beat on I bet his a** jam though Don't like it, straight to hell is where you can go 12 pointer hangin right above the mantel You don't like the program change the channel [Chorus: Danny Boone] Country fried, baptized in gravy Can't wash off what the good lord made ya No matter how far that highway goes An old dirt road will get you home (come on) If you see it in their eye when they try to lie If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high For my country folk (hey) My country folk (hey)