True South

We don't smoke meth, smoke brisket

Learned young what a 30.06 is

Girls cut they own cut off britches

Melt boys like butter on a cathead biscuit

Mm, mm good

It's going down any ol' neck of the woods

'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap

Tractor in the front, party in the back

We are the true south

Baptized with a cottonmouth

Deep in the way out

Redneck with a blue hound

Ain't no concrete cowboys

Riding 'round down here

Bunch of backwood plow boys

Tillin' rust on an old John Deere

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south

Carhatt sitting in a church pew

Thank God for the mud on our work boots

Young'uns running wild like kudzu

Dog napping on a bale 'neath a lean two

Raised on hard work, grits, and grace

Homemade right here in the USA, amen

We are the true south

Baptized with a cottonmouth

Deep in the way out

Redneck with a blue hound

Ain't no concrete cowboys

Riding 'round down here

Bunch of backwood plow boys

Tillin' rust on an old John Deere

We are the true south

Yeah, we are the true south

We are the true south

'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap

'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap

Yeah, tractor in the front, party in the back

That's where we at

We are the true south

Baptized with a cottonmouth

Deep in the way out

Redneck with a blue hound

Ain't no concrete cowboys

Riding 'round down here

Bunch of backwood plow boys

Tillin' rust on an old John Deere

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south

Hey, get it

We don't smoke meth, smoke brisket

Learned young what 30.06 is

We are the true south

We are the true south

Homemade right here in the USA, amen

We are the true south

We are the true south

We are the true south