[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn]
\nCountry fried, baptized in gravy
\nCan’t wash off what the good Lord made ya
\nNo matter how far that highway goes
\nAn old dirt road will get you home (Come on)
\nIf you see it in their eyes when they try to lie
\nIf you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
\nThen I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
\nFor my country folk (Hey)
\nMy country folk (Hey)
\n
\n[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
\nCountry fried tongue tied them haters
\nBubba K's back french fry them taters
\nThe truck sits high but the nuts swing slow
\nAnd I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (Come on)
\nDirty my cubicles it's just business as usual
\nTo y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful
\nFill up the cooler and let's maneuver through Trap County
\nThe sheriff's my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (No sir)
\nJust ask 'bout me my reputation
\nIs that of a good dude that really was raised in
\nThis here location, it really did make it
\nThen planted the seed for a whole generation
\nYeah, I'm pretty good but God is great (Great)
\nKeep him in my heart and I'll be straight (Straight)
\nWithout him in my home I'd go crazy
\nAin't nothin' like my folks baby
\n
\n[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn]
\nCountry fried, baptized in gravy
\nCan’t wash off what the good Lord made ya
\nNo matter how far that highway goes
\nAn old dirt road will get you home (Come on)
\nIf you see it in their eyes when they try to lie
\nIf you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
\nThen I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
\nFor my country folk (Hey)
\nMy country folk (Hey)
\n
\n[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
\nSee me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
\nIt sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
\nHollywood look good, full of fake friends
\nI never thought we could ever be here again (We back)
\nTime heals, one fell, one came up
\nBack together son, we gon' tear this thing up
\nA lot of talkers, I ain't gotta name 'em
\nThey wanna be us, hell, I can’t blame 'em
\nSo looky here, cold beer on a tailgate
\nBeen doing this for some years, y'all so late (So late)
\nBangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
\nHot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
\n
\n[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn]
\nCountry fried, baptized in gravy
\nCan’t wash off what the good Lord made ya
\nNo matter how far that highway goes
\nAn old dirt road will get you home (Come on)
\nIf you see it in their eyes when they try to lie
\nIf you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
\nThen I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
\nFor my country folk
\nMy country folk (Hey)
\n
\n[Verse 3: I4NI]
\nCountry folk, little smoke, lotta beer
\nPardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (What's up?)
\nPour it up raise your drinks up high
\nGotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (Hey)
\nBefore we're done you can bet the sun comes up
\nOr the cops come then everyone runs
\nWork all week party on the weekends
\nSpend Sunday's fishin' drinkin'
\nWatchin' NASCAR live on the TV
\nFried catfish coleslaw sweat tea
\nBig guns but only if we need 'em
\nGod, family, freedom that's it
\n
\n[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn]
\nCountry fried, baptized in gravy
\nCan’t wash off what the good Lord made ya
\nNo matter how far that highway goes
\nAn old dirt road will get you home (Come on)
\nIf you see it in their eyes when they try to lie
\nIf you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
\nThen I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
\nFor my country folk
\nMy country folk
\n
\n[Verse 4: JJ Lawhorn]
\nBackwoods by the river in the sunshine
\nNot a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line
\nThat's how we do it in the south, baby, all day
\nWork hard in the yard then we go play
\nCome home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen
\nDaddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin'
\nTea's on ice, fresh fried chicken
\nI'm lovin' my life this here's livin'
\nYeah, a man's word is his handshake
\nAnd the southern slang you can't translate
\nEverything's good we ain't on the ropes
\nLet me hear it one time for my country folk
\n
\n[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn]
\nCountry fried, baptized in gravy
\nCan’t wash off what the good Lord made ya
\nNo matter how far that highway goes
\nAn old dirt road will get you home (Come on)
\nIf you see it in their eyes when they try to lie
\nIf you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
\nThen I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
\nFor my country folk
\nMy country folk\n\n
