i got a copper still hand built up in the hills
fill it up with corn mash
white liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet
i'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something
what d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
stop telling everybody you can do what i do. so if you can
go sit down and write a hit like me. from where i stand you ain't shoot to me;
gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
i won't sugar coat it; burn your throat it
kids ain't scared. i'm locked and loaded
real is all me; they all can feel me
dirt road disciple; man of the people
daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it
that's how we do it. sip it
do it a little better than anyone does it. y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred
y'all done got lapped i'm miles ahead
too late to slow down; i'm a runaway train
colt ford; remember my name
watch your mouth cause i run these pastures
i wanna make this real clear;
what d'ya'll think i been doin' here?
switchin' gears and changing lanes
jackin' up trucks; running down lames
light that flame for america
cross that line i'll bury ya;
gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya
and a mudhole that i'll bury ya
gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride;
and a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight. i'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road
jack it up; talk shit; back it up. yall a trip and i'm out of your league
sippin' shine and i'm hard to see
i'm something that you'll never be;
cause i'm dura-coated; turbo charged
everything about me is large
yall are chasin a throuroughbred
ya'll done got lapped i'm miles ahead
too late to slow down i'm a runaway train
colt ford; remember my name
watch your mouth cause i run these pastures