Shot Caller from a Holler
I'm an outlaw
I'm an outlaw
I'm an outlaw
Weighing in the big bucks is where I be
I got shine in the storms as far as you can see
Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone
Walk up in my woods and get the proud and do the dome
I got frog gigs, trot lines
Catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines
It's all for you if you cross me for the last time
I'll put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline
And all my competition moving like molasses
Got girls cooking shine so I can look at their fat asses
Riding into town on my horse with the force
They always trying to catch me but I communicate in Morse
Death to the carpetbagger always look dapper
Hit him with the dagger put his ass up on a platter
And feed me I'm hungry mothertruckers
Just trying make some money get out and burn rubber
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying to make a dollar
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying make a dollar
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on
Shot caller from a holler
Born in that muddy, muddy where dirty pigs waller
Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow
Homegrown hemp is growing but them pines grow taller
Got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines
Everybody got shine sample some but not mine
Cause that shit will put some hair on your chest
Looking like a wooly mammoth with some Nair on chest, yeah
The smoke dog told me don't you trust a city slicker
And all she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor
These city chickie's can't handle our southern ways
On Saturday we wasted Sunday morning we praying
Couple country spitters represent the grand division
Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription
We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber
Used to barely mutter now we blaring thunder buddy
I'm a shot caller from a holler
We just trying to make a dollar
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying make a dollar
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on
Back in the woods getting me a dip
Outlaw and them boys are back again
Drinking blended bourbon flowing straight up out the barrel
King Tut in the woods still slinging arrows
Daddy call me fat even though I know I'm narrow
Mess around and imma have to hit with a chair boe
Mowing and tilling and grilling imma bout to get back to my roots on
Pissing on the tree about to put my Justin boots on
Busting out the tree house got the bong bubbling
Big boobs busting out their blouses and I'm loving it
I'm drunk at competition and disobeying the government
With the damn tax man can kiss my I've had enough of him
Still calling shots from the tree stand
Still going nuts call us pecans
Still going strong can't stop me
Backwoods badass that is what they call me
Shot caller from a holler
Holler holler
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
Holler holler
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they gotta problem we tell em to bring it on
I'm an outlaw
I'm an outlaw
Weighing in the big bucks is where I be
I got shine in the storms as far as you can see
Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone
Walk up in my woods and get the proud and do the dome
I got frog gigs, trot lines
Catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines
It's all for you if you cross me for the last time
I'll put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline
And all my competition moving like molasses
Got girls cooking shine so I can look at their fat asses
Riding into town on my horse with the force
They always trying to catch me but I communicate in Morse
Death to the carpetbagger always look dapper
Hit him with the dagger put his ass up on a platter
And feed me I'm hungry mothertruckers
Just trying make some money get out and burn rubber
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying to make a dollar
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying make a dollar
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on
Shot caller from a holler
Born in that muddy, muddy where dirty pigs waller
Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow
Homegrown hemp is growing but them pines grow taller
Got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines
Everybody got shine sample some but not mine
Cause that shit will put some hair on your chest
Looking like a wooly mammoth with some Nair on chest, yeah
The smoke dog told me don't you trust a city slicker
And all she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor
These city chickie's can't handle our southern ways
On Saturday we wasted Sunday morning we praying
Couple country spitters represent the grand division
Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription
We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber
Used to barely mutter now we blaring thunder buddy
I'm a shot caller from a holler
We just trying to make a dollar
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
We just trying make a dollar
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on
Back in the woods getting me a dip
Outlaw and them boys are back again
Drinking blended bourbon flowing straight up out the barrel
King Tut in the woods still slinging arrows
Daddy call me fat even though I know I'm narrow
Mess around and imma have to hit with a chair boe
Mowing and tilling and grilling imma bout to get back to my roots on
Pissing on the tree about to put my Justin boots on
Busting out the tree house got the bong bubbling
Big boobs busting out their blouses and I'm loving it
I'm drunk at competition and disobeying the government
With the damn tax man can kiss my I've had enough of him
Still calling shots from the tree stand
Still going nuts call us pecans
Still going strong can't stop me
Backwoods badass that is what they call me
Shot caller from a holler
Holler holler
Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
Shot caller from a holler
Holler holler
Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
If they gotta problem we tell em to bring it on
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Boyce, Chris Walls, Shane Alonso
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