[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Deep beneath the fallen leaves
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of Redbone's rattlin’ chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doin' a truck bed dance
That firewater drippin' in a couple glass jugs
Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
There ain’t no mistaken where we all come from
[Chorus: Upchurch]
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Yeah boy
Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
Make a city boy say "Bubba we don't want none"
Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack
Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats
I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know
No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go
So watch me stomp in the dust and square dance on the game
Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink
So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger, you can give it to fame
Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I’m sayin’
Deep beneath the fallen leaves
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of Redbone's rattlin’ chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doin' a truck bed dance
That firewater drippin' in a couple glass jugs
Double barreled shotgun full of them slugs
Got scars on our knuckles, come get you some
There ain’t no mistaken where we all come from
[Chorus: Upchurch]
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Yeah boy
Hillbilly deluxe, thick chicks with big butts
Camouflaged 250 with the chromed out nuts
Gun racks, big guns, roughnecks, sunburnt
Make a city boy say "Bubba we don't want none"
Damn right you don't want it 'cause we come by the pack
Square body Chevys and some white boys with some tats
I got a pistol like the one from Dirty Harry you know
No permit but I still pack it everywhere that I go
So watch me stomp in the dust and square dance on the game
Jam out to Chattahoochee while I sip on the drink
So here's my motherfuckin' middle finger, you can give it to fame
Hollywood ain't for me if you know what I’m sayin’
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