
Pipe The Sunshine In Colt Ford (Ft. Tyler Farr)
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[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
I been hipper, folks, talkin' 'bout the Boondocks
Singing 'bout the hollers waiting back in the woods
Don't know nothin', ain't ever been muddin'
Gotta get a little dirty like a country boy should
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
[Chorus: Tyler Farr]
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunker than Cooter Brown
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearin' it up and throwin' it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
You wanna know how to get here, follow them John Deere's
Place this small ain't on the map
Whiskey in the mountain and, Lord, I just love it here
Get a little swig of this sour mash
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
I been hipper, folks, talkin' 'bout the Boondocks
Singing 'bout the hollers waiting back in the woods
Don't know nothin', ain't ever been muddin'
Gotta get a little dirty like a country boy should
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
[Chorus: Tyler Farr]
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunker than Cooter Brown
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearin' it up and throwin' it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
You wanna know how to get here, follow them John Deere's
Place this small ain't on the map
Whiskey in the mountain and, Lord, I just love it here
Get a little swig of this sour mash
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
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