
We All Country Moonshine Bandits (Ft. Charlie Farley, Colt Ford & Sarah Ross)
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[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 1: Tex]
West coast renegade, killa Cali outlaw
Wild west king like Colt in the south y'all
Cash tattoo with the flat bill flipped
Clutchin' on my whiskey like a pistol grip
I'm John Wayne with the gauge, I ain't walkin' the line
I got my trigger finger itchy off a bottle of shine
'Cause we're shootin' clay pigeons from the bed of a step-side
Bumpin' Dwight Yoakam out the window yellin' west side
Spinning like a wagon wheel, mama come and rock me
All the ladies love me I'm a cold ass honkey
Hook 'em like a booger every time that I spit one
Yeah, we all country ain't no matter where you fish from
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 1: Tex]
West coast renegade, killa Cali outlaw
Wild west king like Colt in the south y'all
Cash tattoo with the flat bill flipped
Clutchin' on my whiskey like a pistol grip
I'm John Wayne with the gauge, I ain't walkin' the line
I got my trigger finger itchy off a bottle of shine
'Cause we're shootin' clay pigeons from the bed of a step-side
Bumpin' Dwight Yoakam out the window yellin' west side
Spinning like a wagon wheel, mama come and rock me
All the ladies love me I'm a cold ass honkey
Hook 'em like a booger every time that I spit one
Yeah, we all country ain't no matter where you fish from
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
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