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Six strings, butter beans, Georgia peaches pick 'em Copenhagen mason jars, large mouth lip 'em Quarterbacks, white tails, hay bales stick 'em Them country girls, they run the world, they too hot not to kiss 'em, oh Mmh, yeah, we country Hm Country as truck, repping them Earnhardt stickers That's us, on them 35s, probably bigger They jacked up, them toyos, sipping that solo Here we go, little bit of coke, whole lotta Lynchburg liquor Turned up like a 12-inch kicker Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river Where everybody square body circled up covered in mud Out here we country as truck We country as truck Willie, Waylon, Haggard, Jones, yeah we still paly 'em Yes sir, cuss words, prayers we pray 'em John Deere, 40 clear, bank the corn and pay 'em Red, white, blue, them babies too, we raise 'em up Country as truck, repping them Earnhardt stickers That's us, on them 35s, probably bigger They jacked up, them toyos, sipping that solo SongtexteHere we go, little bit of coke, whole lotta Lynchburg liquor Turned up like a 12-inch kicker Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river Where everybody square body circled up covered in mud Out here we country as truck Y'all know, we country as truck That camo, them old boots, them deep roots we rock 'em We find the dirt, throw it in reverse, kick it right there where we drop 'em Last time I'm gon' tell ya Yeah, we country as truck, hell yeah, repping them Earnhardt stickers That's us, on them 35s, probably bigger They jacked up, them toyos, sipping that solo Here we go, little bit of coke, whole lotta Lynchburg liquor Turned up like a 12-inch kicker Lock the hubs, cut a rut to the river Where everybody square body circled up covered in mud Out here we country as truck We country as truck They jacked up, them toyos, sipping that solo We country as truck Them old boots, deep roots 'Cause out here we country as truck Aus Songtexte Mania