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In response to
"I suffered and listened again. I think she's saying racing or race track or something like that. -- nm"
by
Krusty
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Yeah it's just typical "We're southern and we're though", here are the lyrics
Posted by
Guigue (aka Guigue)
Feb 22 '23, 10:43
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It's probably the "Smokin', drinkin, fightin', ridin'
Race this track as hard as tryin'" that sounds like "Racist"
(Haha! Let's go)
Way down in the holler back in Kentucky
Cat fish on the line clean it throw it in a bucket
Come on, yeah come on
Way up in them diesels, sittin' closest to God
Ride the bull eight seconds, pull the gate when you nod
Come on, yeah come on
Surviving, we livin'
Stealin' hearts with a shit eatin' grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang with my twang in the grit 'cause I'm southern
Yeah, out in the-out in the-out in the-
Out in the bush with my Bushmaster pull tappin' Busch Light
Jar full of outlaw have you feelin' alright
Scuffs on my beams, wear in these jeans
Roll tide go boss SCC
Smokin', drinkin, fightin', ridin'
Race this track as hard as tryin'
Southern belles still right beside us
Damn good day when the fish is bitin'
Toppin' water, sinkin' bobbers
I get these looks from my mama
Kick ass from my father, come on
Surviving, we livin'
Stealin' hearts with a shit eatin' grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang in my twang with some grit
D.O.W.N. S.O.U.T.H. for the win
Down south, uh huh, that is where I reside
Carolina, Tennesse, Kentucky 'til I die
Got the 6o6 and 615
Got the 828 and the 865
Got the 7o6 sittin' right beside me
With my Knox county boys pullin' up behind me, bitch
Surviving, we livin'
Stealin' hearts with a shit eatin' grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang in my twang with some grit 'cause I'm southern
Yeah I'm southern
(Backwoods, redneck, tough as shit)
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