A Little Too Far (feat. Ryan Miller)

Last of a dying breed, true son from the South I'm from 'if you back talk momma, you get busted in the mouth' I'm from that rolling bubble in a clear glass jar Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah I got frog eyes in the pickle jar The whiskey still, still smokes like old cars I got a half a pack of cancer sticks left And I just tossed down a 30-pack of regrets Yeah, we shooting polecats and catching channel cats We like a throwback like an old Johnny Cash track So you can get a map, buy a magnifying glass Look 'til ya eyes hurt, but you won't find where we're at, 'cause We're getting dirty down an old dirt road No city limits in sight Yeah, go ahead and get a little sideways giving up tonight Don't care too much for the drama You can leave that shit at home 'Round here, we know how to throw it down So let me tell you where I'm from, I'm from the Last of a dying breed, true son from the South I'm from 'if you back talk momma, you get busted in the mouth' I'm from that rolling bubble in a clear glass jar Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah I still bow fish and go frog gigging The viddles on my plate are all God-given I roll my own smoke and mind my own business Couple tokes of the green got me seeing night vision I'm from the backside of the boondocks Where the honeybees swarm in the treetops Making what I need, and it's free, no cost To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh Momma raised me in the church, but I quit going Daddy's rebel blood's in me, and it's still flowing And it will 'til I'm ill and old, there's no one that can scold me Until we've been simmer-simmerin' down So, so put the Crown on the rocks and the beer in the chest I've been called a mess, but I know that I'm blessed Because out here is where my head rests You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can't hear me yet, yet Last of a dying breed (dying breed), true son from the South (from the South) I'm from 'if you back talk momma (back talk momma) You get busted in the mouth (in the mouth) I'm from that rolling bubble (rolling bubble), in a clear glass jar (a clear glass jar) Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah