Upchurch - Welcome To The Country lyrics

(Let the band play) Upchurch Rebel flag’s flying, four wheel drive Back road riding, b**h, welcome to the country [?] cell phones don’t work Put you deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country Let the Chevy [?] drop, bring the ‘shine on now Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country Feet deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country My boots kicking b**h and you know I’m the cowboy Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and lab toys I keep that joint smoking like a stack on the colors Truck bare full of country style playboy bunnies And I stay turnt up like that [?] stay crazy like that [?] My [?] ain’t signed by nobody but [?] knows who I am I’m mister redneck crazy, mister your chick with my baby Mister if you do not like me stare at both my middle fingers While I’m jamming in the studio creating all these [?] For these truckers, smashers, ravers and people rocking them [?] Flat black with 8 hangers, my style shining like chrome s**ing tits in my shows on chicks I don’t know Rebel flag’s flying, four wheel drive Back road riding, b**h, welcome to the country [?] cell phones don’t work Put you deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country Let the Chevy [?] drop, bring the ‘shine on now Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country Feet deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country [?] on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door Coming out, loaded, saving sh** like marines, boy I’m the f**ing bomb drop me on ISIS f** them ragheads boy I got American pride b**h We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the ‘shine though My sh** so [?] I had to rob me a silo On my dude boy sh** and if you don’t what’s bumping Chances are your b**h a** ain’t straight out the country Rebel flag’s flying, four wheel drive Back road riding, b**h, welcome to the country [?] cell phones don’t work Put you deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country I used to ride around this county when nobody knew my name Used to kick it up in Sonic with a pocket full of change Used to ride around the [?] with my buddies smoking Js Ford deep in the single cab short wheel [?] And I ain’t gonna change and I won’t stop repping The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancing Small town, big voice, two fingers saying f** it If you ain’t about America then you can kick the bucket b**h Rebel flag’s flying, four wheel drive Back road riding, b**h, welcome to the country [?] cell phones don’t work Put you deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country Let the Chevy [?] drop, bring the ‘shine on now Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country Feet deep in the dirt, b**h, welcome to the country