Welcome to the Country

Rebel flag’s flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country,
country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
My boots kickin' bitch yeah you know I’m the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and loud toys
I keep that joint smokin' like a stack on the Cummins
Truck bed full of country style playboy bunnies
And I stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam
My ass ain’t signed by nobody but Tyler Farr 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 jammin' in the studio creatin' all these bangers
For these truckers, moshers, ravers and people rockin' them trailers
Flat black with 8 hangers, my style shinin' like chrome
Signin' tits in my shows on chicks I don’t know
Rebel flag’s flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country,
country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Comin' out, loaded, savin' shit like marines, boy
I’m the fuckin' bomb drop me on ISIS
Fuck them ragheads boy I got American pride bitch
We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the 'shine though
My shit so stout I had to rob me a silo
On my dude boy shit and if you don’t what’s bumpin'
Chances are your bitch ass ain’t straight out the country
Rebel flag’s flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, 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 ranch that’s where my buddies smokin' J’s
Four deep in the single cab short wheel base
And I ain’t gonna change and I won’t stop reppin'
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancin'
Small town, big voice, two fingers saying fuck it
If you ain’t about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch
Rebel flag’s flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country,
country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country