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the lacs - my kinfolks lyrics
[chorus: rooster]
white trash, trailer on a dirt road
rebel flag flyin’ from a light pole
boondocks got miles on a fence posts
no trouble man, this is my kinfolk
rednecks spread out through the deep south
beer drinkin’, watchin’ country folks show out
city livin’, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo
ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk
[verse 1: uncle snap]
see we started from the mud now we here (now we here)
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, still drinkin’ on a beer (drinkin’ on a beer)
no champagne, no no cristal near (cristal near)
190 proof mason jar of the clear
ridin’ through the swamp roads, see a deer pop that
night vision, boone and crockett, now top that
if you don’t know then you might wanna drop back
game warden up ahead, right beside the huntin’ track
all of my life i’ve been runnin’ these woods
yeah i still run in the same neighborhood
south side, surrency man y’all heard me
i ain’t never leavin’ or checkin’ out early
the same bad kid, my mama’s only son
i never grew up, i’m still havin’ some fun
i said it before, man, i love my home
’cause this is where all my kinfolks roam, yeah
[chorus: rooster]
white trash, trailer on a dirt road
rebel flag flyin’ from a light pole
boondocks got miles on a fence posts
no trouble man, this is my kinfolk
rednecks spread out through the deep south
beer drinkin’, watchin’ country folks show out
city livin’, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo
ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk
[bridge: rooster]
yeah, this is my kinfolk
this is my kinfolk
yeah, this is my kinfolk
and this is my kinfolk
[verse 2: rooster]
we some riled bunch of young’uns facin’ up out in the country
if you’re countin’ on the party then you’re right on the money
it ain’t nothin’ but a hick thing, dixie i’ma whistle
we were always givin’ nicknames back when we was little
petey paul got it cookin’ man just pull up in the yard
he be chillin’, tippin’ back and batch of lightnin’ in a jar
get a pack or two and check, gotta run him out the bowl
he’s in the trouble with the law, so he’s kinda layin’ low
my folks, my blood, man there’s always somethin’ happenin’
’bout to head out to the river basin, a keg that needs a tappin’
you can bet that uncle snap and them will show up with a lean
dirty southern redneck and got ’em in my jeans
[chorus: rooster]
white trash, trailer on a dirt road
rebel flag flyin’ from a light pole
boondocks got miles on a fence posts
no trouble man, this is my kinfolk
rednecks spread out through the deep south
beer drinkin’, watchin’ country folks show out
city livin’, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo
ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk
[chorus: rooster]
white trash, trailer on a dirt road
rebel flag flyin’ from a light pole
boondocks got miles on a fence posts
no trouble man, this is my kinfolk
rednecks spread out through the deep south
beer drinkin’, watchin’ country folks show out
city livin’, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo
ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk
[bridge: rooster]
yeah, this is my kinfolk
this is my kinfolk
yeah, this is my kinfolk
and this is my kinfolk
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