Country Livin'

Now baby this country livin'
Make me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah, we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country livin'
Make me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah, we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise
You’ll never catch me straight laid back
All up in the Maybach
That don’t make some work boots face that
I’d rather be up in the '81 Chevy with a 8 track
Bumpin' that wayback
Rolled it clean like Ajax
Rollin' through Savannah with a Vanna like I’m Sajak
Hey Pat, I know that you hate that
But the haters lookin' at me like
They don’t wanna get me, like
«How could he say that?»
But I don’t think I’m outta order
Just a country boy reporter
That just simply has to state facts
'Cause I’ve been pimpin' since pimpin'
And shrimp and dippin' and limpin'
And you can check up on the day back
I got a camouflaged cutie
With a bangin' little booty
Now how you gonna rate that?
If you ever think I’m lyin'
Just hit 'em and rewind 'em
And listen for the playback
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise
I creep back up in the cypress stump lake
Find a big ol' chunky ladder, got her tied up with a chain
It’s free pickings if you live around close
If you don’t Mr. Remington’ll let your ass go
Ain’t nothin' much goin' on past 10
Buncha high school friends huntin' shit to get into
Pretty soon you’ve got that crooked-ass grin
'Cause the hunch punch gin runs about 110 proof
See I could show you how to creep round incognito
Lay the seat down in that dookie brown El Camino
Stayin' whiskey-bent, hell-bound, how you like my credo?
I ain’t sweatin' gettin' caught 'cause the law is all we know
You see a patch of woods, me, I see potential
Wrap a fence around the edge and throw some cattle in the middle
It ain’t much of ya business but the tractor ain’t a rental
Front to back, back and forth, matter of fact, play your fiddle, boy
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise
Now baby this country livin'
Made me think I never wanna see the line
Yeah we talk slow, most of us poor
But I think I found paradise, paradise