Upchurch - Pa** That Jar Around lyrics

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Upchurch - Pa** That Jar Around lyrics

(Let the band play) Strike a match to a Marlboro red And feel the rush run straight to your head Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle We're headed to the riverside about sundown Break out that guitar, pa** that jar around And pa** that jar around (Church) Don't pa** me the jar, sh**, just hand me the smoke sh** everybody and their mama know I love rolling stoned But hell the mamas and daughters be raging at all the shows Titties bouncing up and down in the first three rows But ain't nobody special, sh** I'm a country Caucasian And you can catch me at the river, windows up and I'm blazing With a cutoff shirt, sunburnt, dawg I'm really from the thickest parts Don't hang out in my town, ain't nothing but the local Walmart The only targets I see are riddled with rounds of lead And that ain't nothing but practice for when I aim at crackheads So watch your a** when you stroll in the town that I was raised in Might find your a** disintegrated at the bottom of the big ben Strike a match to a Marlboro red And feel the rush run straight to your head Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle We're headed to the riverside about sundown Break out that guitar, pa** that jar around And pa** that jar around (Yes sir) Well pa** me the jar boy, 'cause I ain't scared I got a million f**ing honkeys and their necks all red I got a little piece of land deep down in the cut Where we grow our own, tobacca, put the diesel in jugs Break out that old six string and play us some riffs While the still keeps the beat and the moonshine drips And you can hear the pick and clear on the river tonight I've been known to shake the bushes and shoot out the light Motherf**ing redneck nation, you know we run sh** So pile your a** up in a truck, let's get lit and shoot sh** So pa** me the jar and light up the smoke I pop the top off this b**h [?] (That's right) Strike a match to a Marlboro red And feel the rush run straight to your head Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle We're headed to the riverside about sundown Break out that guitar, pa** that jar around And pa** that jar around