Real Real Country

Guitar PBR chillin' doin' my thing
Tryna get a song to hit
Cut the grass 'fore it rains
Gonna catch a buzz before sun down
And then I'm headin' off to paint the town

Got a six-inch lift kit parked 'er out around the back
Can't hear the phone, stereo blasting the man in black
Yeah, around here it gets a little loud
And I got more on the low down

And a four-by-four shotgun by the screen door
Waiting if you tread on me
A dim porch light, 30 rack on ice
But you can damn sure guarantee
I'll be hauling my ass to work
Sweatin' and playin' in the dirt
We say what we feel, y'all, know the deal
You know around here we keep it real, real country

Chicken wings, Skoal rings, baby rocking blue jeans
40 hour week, dog-tired need a cold drink
Gettin' up early at the crack of dawn
And thank the good lord for keepin' lights on

And that four-by-four shotgun by the screen door
Waiting if you tread on me
A dim porch light, 30 rack on ice
But you can damn sure guarantee
I'll be hauling my ass to work
Sweatin' and playin' in the dirt
We say what we feel, y'all, know the deal
You know around here we keep it real, real country

Real, real country

Got a four-by-four shotgun by the screen door
Waiting if you tread on me
A dim porch light, 30 rack on ice
But you can damn sure guarantee
I'll be hauling my ass to work
Sweatin' and playin' in the dirt
We say what we feel, y'all, know the deal
You know around here we keep it real, real country

Real, real country



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Tyler Booth
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