Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Jared Sciullo
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Justin Spillner
Justin Spillner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KO
DJ KO
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't ever had a pot to piss in Welcome to country livin' I'm takin' what is given Fried chicken that's finger lickin' I was raised on Pabst Blue Ribbon Front porch pickin' and grinnin' And as long as I'm here, I'ma drink some beer And keep my country folks jiggin' Then you show the city just what they missin' Cookin' greens up in the kitchen Askin' us just how we did it Cornbread with them fixins Man you think we slippin' Little shine and some fishin' Take your dog runnin' and hog huntin' Scared you like the dickens Y'all prolly think we talk silly right Redneck and hillbilly kind The country's what we really like Never like that ol' city life Up at dawn and rest at night Push us around, you bet we fight Work daylight 'til dark And you get it 'til you get it right Yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah I was raised up south GA Southern swamp and southern praise Don't make fun of my southern ways Get down, get loud, drink all day I'm on my way to my honey hole Big cottonmouth in that money hole Stat Jack 40 homemade bite All I need is you to hold the light (yeah) One shot, double ought buck Back in my truck filled up with blood Tailgate down, big rack shinin' DUI, I don't need to be drivin' Hold up law dog, you're doin' too much Got a night permit in my old Ford truck I lay one down when I want to buddy That's the way we get down in the country Kinfolk way back in the sticks Whip the shine up, 30 of fifth Paw paw diggin' up Mason jars Load the car then burn them tires Make a little noise when you get back home Crank that Hank, that Cash, that Jones Livin' his life in a country song in the country he belongs (ha) Yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah Now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out Co-co-country hang out Yeah, now let your country hang out, co-country hang out-out Yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah, now let your country hang out Fly a big rebel flag out in front of your house I said yeah, now let your country hang out If you proud of where you from and you a son of the south I said yeah
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