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Livin' the simple life, three sixty-five A jacked up truck and buckshot tires A cold Bud Light and a big bonfire We just, drink and smoke and then tell the lies Tell the lies, tell the lies You better tell them guys, tell them guys As long as I'm alive We live in a country folks anthem I'm c-country to the bone, southern to the soul And I'm proud of my home cause it's dirt road I'm topped alright big tall if you can't find me in town Then you can catch me at a mud bog Damn right son, that's just how it is It's grillin' deer meat, and fryin' up some fish Around here's dirt road, there's some mud holes Plenty of places to put your truck in four low And on the weekends we build them bonfires With them trucks gathered round sittin' on some big tires Passin' out moonshine havin' us a good time No worries in the world, everything's just fine And that's the joy of livin' in the south There's a one way in and a one way out Lenny Cooper and Charlie Farley on this anthem song If you know the words, come on, sing along SongtexteLivin' the simple life, three sixty-five A jacked up truck and buckshot tires A cold Bud Light and a big bonfire We just, drink and smoke and then tell the lies Tell the lies, tell the lies You better tell them guys, tell them guys As long as I'm alive We live in a country folks anthem Charlie Farley hooked up with Lenny Cooper He threw me in the truck as tough as Lex Luger It was loud as a Ruger, no I didn't look down No tellin' what that altitude'll do to ya I've been in tune with this life since I was a junior In Junior High barely able to drive And not well let's go ahead out of sight on the water We be on the CB like, "Bring the chain" I got forty-seven big, same amount of dogs Fifty leather skins, and a couple of hogs I build a turkey bin, raise em 'til I kill 'em all Just to feed my kids up this country where I live, yo Build 'em out of sight and so I'm out of mind 'Til I get on the mic, that's when I lose my mind I talk about our life and how we get down Down here speakin' that country folk sayin' Livin' the simple life, three sixty-five A jacked up truck and buckshot tires A cold Bud Light and a big bonfire We just, drink and smoke and then tell the lies Tell the lies, tell the lies You better tell them guys, tell them guys As long as I'm alive We live in a country folks anthem Uh, dirty clothes, mud holes A can of Skoal and a dirt road (now that's country) Forty fours, holes in a screen door And sweet tea by the boatload (yeah that's country) Four folks and it's good as gold Wanna have you a time, we'll put on a show But you better take you some note though We ain't livin' in the ghettos Livin' the simple life, three sixty-five A jacked up truck and buckshot tires A cold Bud Light and a big bonfire We just, drink and smoke and then tell the lies Tell the lies, tell the lies You better tell them guys, tell them guys As long as I'm alive We live in a country folks anthem Aus Songtexte Mania