[Chorus: Danny Boone]
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can’t wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
And I can't hear em hating on me I'm a modest man
Talking wit Jimmie Mathis he got a plan
And when he talk I listen to him, that’s a lot of man (pops)
He said we need to take it back to the root of it
I put on for the country, that’s the truth of it
I’m talkin’ last millennium we was reppin it
Before anybody had accepted it
We introduced em' to the cooler on the tailgate
Full of cold natty light, playing satellite
A little Dave while we misbehave, ok
Once we figure the game out, we go play
A generation of people that love 2Pac and Hank
We banging it in the boondocks
Now put your drank in the air if you ain't scared
Them folks been doing that thing yeah
[Chorus: Danny Boone]
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can’t wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talkers, I ain't gotta name em’
They wanna be us, hell I can’t blame em’
So looky here, cold beer on a tailgate
Been doing this for some years, ya'll so late
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Straight
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
[Chorus: Danny Boone]
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can’t wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]
Everythang real funny till the money come
Now they want some and they ain’t want it none
And that’s just how the thing go when you get-r-done
Yeah we did it son (yeah we did it son)
We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle
Me and Steven heard they loadin' up ammo
Bumpin Goodie Mob, Realtree camo
This white boy really think he Rambo
Cut the beat on I bet his ass jam though
Don’t like it, straight to hell is where you can go
12 pointer hangin right above the mantel
You don’t like the program change the channel
[Chorus: Danny Boone]
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can’t wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there wit cha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
