Pass That Jar Around (feat. Chandler Roberts)

Strike a match to a Marlboro red

And feel the rush run straight to your head

Pop the top off a Budweiser bottle

And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle

We're headed to the riverside at about sundown

Break out that guitar, pass that jar around

And pass that jar around

(Church)

Don't pass me the jar, shit, just hand me the smoke

Shit, everybody and their mama know I love rollin' stoned

But hell, the mamas and daughters be ragin' at all the shows

Titties bouncin' up and down in the first three rows

But I ain't nobody special, shit, I'm a country caucasian

And you can catch me at the river, windows up and I'm blazin'

With a cut off shirt, sunburnt, dog, I'm really from the thickest parts

The hangout in my town ain't nothin' but the local Wal-Mart

The only targets I see are riddled with rounds of lead

And that ain't nothin' but practice for when I aim at crackheads

So watch your ass when you stroll in the town that I was raised in

Might find your ass disintegrated at the bottom of the pig pen

Strike a match to a Marlboro red

And feel the rush run straight to your head

Pop the top off a Budweiser bottle

And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle

We're headed to the riverside at about sundown

Break out that guitar, pass that jar around

And pass that jar around

(Yes sir)

Well pass me the jar, boy, 'cause I ain't scared

I got a million fuckin' honkeys and their necks all red

I got a little piece of land deep down in the cut

Where we grow our own tobacco, put the diesel in jugs

Break out that old six string and play us some riffs

While the still keeps the beat and the moonshine drips

And you can hear the pickin' clear on the river tonight

I've been known to shake the bushes and shoot out the light

Motherfuckin' redneck nation, you know we run shit

So pile your ass up in a truck, let's get lit and shoot shit

So pass me the jar and light up the smoke

I'll pop the top off this bitch and then let it go (That's right)

Strike a match to a Marlboro red

And feel the rush run straight to your head

Pop the top off a Budweiser bottle

And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle

We're headed to the riverside at about sundown

Break out that guitar, pass that jar around

And pass that jar around

And pass that jar around