Welcome to the Country

Let the band play

Upchurch

Rebel flag's flyin', four-wheel drive

Back-road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country

Where guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work

Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Let the Chevy gate drop, bring the 'shine on out

Cheatham cops don't care, ha, welcome to the country

Country, country, country, country

Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

My boots kickin', bitch, yeah, you know I'm the cowboy

Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and loud toys

I keep that joint smokin' like a stack on the Cummins

Truck bed full of country-style Playboy bunnies

And I stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam

My ass ain't signed by nobody, but Tyler Farr knows who I am

I'm mister redneck crazy, mister, your chick want my baby

Mister, if you do not like me, stare at both my middle fingers

While I'm jammin' in the studio, creatin' all these bangers

For these truckers, moshers, ravers, and people rockin' them trailers

Flat black with eight hangers, my style shinin' like chrome

Signin' tits at my shows on chicks I don't know

Rebel flag's flyin', four-wheel drive

Back-road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country

Where the bullets stay loaded, cell phones don't work

Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Let the Chevy gate drop, bring the 'shine on out

Cheatham cops don't care, ha, welcome to the country

Country, country, country, country

Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Chains click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door

Comin' out loaded, savin' shit like marines, boy

I'm on the fuckin' bomb, drop me on ISIS

Fuck them rag-heads, boy, I got American pride, bitch

We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the 'shine, though

My shit so stout, I had to rob me a silo

On my dude, boy, shit, and if you don't like what's bumpin'

Chances are your bitch-ass ain't straight out the country

Rebel flag's flyin', four-wheel drive

Back-road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country

Where guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work

Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

I used to ride around this county when nobody knew my name

Used to kick it up in Sonic with a pocket full of change

Used to ride around the ranch, that's where my buddies smokin' J's

Four deep in the single cab, short wheel base

And I ain't never gonna change, and I won't stop reppin'

The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys, and square dancin'

Small town, big voice, two fingers sayin' fuck it

And if you ain't about America, then you can kick the bucket, bitch

Rebel flag's flyin', four-wheel drive

Back-road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country

Where the bullets stay loaded, cell phones don't work

Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Let the Chevy gate drop, bring the 'shine on out

Cheatham cops don't care, ha, welcome to the country

Country, country, country, country

Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country