Over Yonder (feat. Matt Stell)

I hope there's county over yonder, on the other side

The streets of gold are gravel, that mansion's double wide

With corn rows and hollers, Crappie on the line

I hope there's country over yonder, on the other side

I think I'm proud to say that

I'm from America

And I can say that wit a whole lotta pride

Deep in the country where you can see flags hooked up to the back of a 4-wheel drive

Or some really big rims tucked in the back while they rubbing the tires

You got the Blacks, Whites, and Latinos coming together to have a good time

This is the land of the free and the home of the brave and I'ma keep trusting in God

Out here in the country south of Tennessee, I'm with the squad

I hope there's county over yonder, on the other side

The streets of gold are gravel, that mansion's double wide

With corn rows and hollers, Crappie on the line

Hope there's country over yonder, on the other side

Let me explain

We call this the other side, 'cause we believe in doing life with each other

Living one nation up under God, and not being so divided by a color

We in them back-woods where anything goes and that keep us all outta trouble

4-wheeler riding and bonfires, and fishing all day in the middle of the summer

It's a lil different out here in the sticks, we see the county line and we gun it

Kickin' up dust on them backroads, flying to see who can do bout a 100

Ain't gotta worry bout the laws

This how we like to get down out here in the country

I hope there's county over yonder, on the other side

The streets of gold are gravel, that mansion's double wide

With corn rows and hollers, Crappie on the line

I hope there's country over yonder, on the other side