Country Boes Songtext
von Mud Digger

I build me up, a house of cards
Just so I can knock ′em down
You lookin' for them city boys
Won′t find them 'cause they not around

Not in my town, not in my state
Not in the south, not any (where)
Got four girls on four wheelers
Took four shots of whiskey (yeah)

Chevy trucks we drive 'em (drive ′em)
Motorcycles, we like ′em (like 'em)
Ask Bigg John, he′s in the front lawn
Them bonfires we all night 'em (night ′em)

We tilt back 'til we fall down
Stay passed out ′til we get up (get up)
Got 52 girls playin' 52 pick up
In the sticks with a gallon fulla hiccup (whoo)


(Country boes)
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on ′em
Hell-In-a-Cell, power bomb you through the stairs
We some (country boes)
Give ′em the people's elbow, we don′t tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive

Beer cans off in the yard
Liquor bottles and southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar (oh)
Let me tell you what we about (no)

We getting down under the stars
Kickin' pigs and startin′ fires (fires)
Sittin' around like fools
Poppin′ bras and playin' cards

Fatt Tarr, in the pines or at the bar
Goin' Jeff Jarrett on um I just broke my damn guitar
C-Hubb went ′whoo′, Ric Flair, the powers in his hair
Not Pusher T but like Booker T
When I'm flyin′ through the air

(Country boes)
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on ′em
Hell-In-a-Cell, power bomb you through the stairs
We some (country boes)
Give 'em the people′s elbow, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive


I like my chicken fried with them candied yams
And my cornbread with that hot sauce
And them beer kegs at them house parties
In the boondocks by them pine straws

Got trucks parked up in the driveway with that
Loud bass until the cops called
When they get there, we gone turn it down
But turn it right back up when them cops gone, okay

How many times
Do I be havin' to rhyme
Like I was sick in the mind, one of a kind
When I be kickin′ the fire
And I′m sippin' the moonshine

I′m so crunk that I can't even drive
I′m so crunk that I can't even drive
But a country boy never seemed to care
Fatt Tarr hit you with that chair
And I′ma go Macho Man randy savage, yeah

(Country boes)
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on 'em
Hell-In-a-Cell, power bomb you through the stairs
We some (country boes)
Give ′em the people′s elbow, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive