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Corn Fed-Thick
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Corn Fed-Thick fue lanzado el 19 de agosto de 2026 por Castles Entertainment Inc. como parte del álbum Corn Fed-Thick - Single
19 de agosto de 2026
Sello discográficoCastles Entertainment Inc.
IdiomaEnglish
BPM89
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Letra

Excuse me miss
Youse a bad mamajama
Please excuse my country grammar
But damn
You walked in I like to lost my mind
Corn-fed pretty with a backwoods shine
Purt-near broke my neck when you passed on by
Two scoops of trouble and a whole lotta thigh
I reckon them jeans got a hell of a job
Holdin' all that woman good gracious God
I ain't too proud to admit what I seen
You put the thick in country cuisine
Now I might could behave
I used to could too
But that dog won't hunt
When I'm lookin' at you
Good Lord look what walked out the holler
Corn-fed thick make a grown man holler
Purt-near broke my neck when she walked by
Two scoops of trouble and a whole lotta thigh
Back-forty thick with a hell-raisin' sway
Make them blue jeans earn every dollar they paid
Lord have mercy she's a handful and a half
Got the whole damn honky-tonk watchin' that ass
Well butter my biscuit honey look at you
Fine as frog hair split clean in two
Sweet as molasses with an ornery side
Got more curves than a backroad country drive
She ain't all hat honey she brought the cattle
One little wink got my brain all cattywampus
Lord willing and the creek don't rise
I'm fixin' to get lost in them come-here eyes
I might oughta leave
But I reckon I won't
Mama raised me right
But tonight Mama don't
Good Lord look what walked out the holler
Corn-fed thick make a grown man holler
Purt-near broke my neck when she walked by
Two scoops of trouble and a whole lotta thigh
Back-forty thick with a hell-raisin' sway
Make them blue jeans earn every dollar they paid
Lord have mercy she's a handful and a half
Got the whole damn honky-tonk watchin' that ass
She got me stove up tore up talkin' all wrong
Had my good sense packed up and gone
Porch light's on but nobody's home
One little hip shake and my thinker done blown
Good gravy
Great day in the mornin'
Somebody call the feed store
We got a situation
Good Lord look what walked out the holler
Corn-fed thick make the whole room holler
Purt-near broke my neck when she walked by
Two scoops of trouble and a whole lotta thigh
Back-forty thick with a hell-raisin' sway
Make them blue jeans earn every dollar they paid
Well butter my biscuit she's a handful and a half
Excuse my country grammar but GOOD LORD THAT ASS
Excuse me miss
I swear I was raised with manners
It's just
You got me speakin' this backwoods country grammar
Written by: Genaro Castillo
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