are here for one reason And one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you Country music without produce, hey Country boys don't rock
't country it'll hairlip the pope If that ain't country it's a damn good joke I've seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash If that ain't country
Show them Mexican girls A couple of real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash And that old Ford truck A fuzzy cat hangin From the mirror for luck Said don't
finna flip Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck
a sweet, but my boy wouldn't pass You ain't a quarterback, gotta (Smash that trash) Don't make me pull my gun out for pumpin' out my blast Johnny, tell
do more right than wrong at the end of the day I got 5 good years and a tank of gas, fifty watts and Johnny Cash A guitar and a broken heart just full
bit off more than I could chew. I think I'm dancin' with a man! She's got calluses on her hands, she's got a voice like Johnny Cash, is she hiding
still finna flip ain't no limit to this cash ain't nothin I can't get 5 duece Hoover cuz, ain't nothin like a crip ride with a revolver I don't fuck