Doles, A Country Story

You know, I've been back in the city for a while now
And it seems like everybody moves so fast
They always got somewhere to be
Sometimes, I just want to move back to the country
Where everybody moves slow
Cause they ain't got nowhere to go

What you know about dirt roads, moonshine jumping in the blue hole
What you know about late night cruising in the 89 Bronco
What you know about the country
I'ma tell them about the country
What you know about the country
Let me tell you about the country

Wake up, grits on my plate with some sweet tea
Throwing on my pressed jeans, creased with my white tee
Got my headphones wrapped around my neck
My waterproof Walkman flipping on my tape deck
Where the homies at
We're trying to get some ballin in
Trying to place first in that two-on-two tournament
Jumping in the swamp just to get that cool down
The homie's mama's calling out, come and get some food now
Collard greens, pigs feet, white bread with ham and cheese
Boiled peanuts, man, y'all don't know about these
It's about 103 degrees
But when you factor in humidity, it's about 123
We're sitting on the couch, but it's on the homie's lawn
55 pickup, rust bucket with the engine gone
We're kicking back and keep it low
But take it slow, because we ain't got nowhere to go

What you know about dirt roads, moonshine, jumping in the blue hole
What you know about late night cruising in the 89 Bronco
What you know about the country
Go ahead and tell them about the country
What you know about the country
I'ma tell you about the country

Rolling through the boonies, windows down all the way
Bass so loud that the cops can hear it miles away
Sundown, high beans, flipping through my tapes again
Outkast through the speakers, bumping ATLiens
We're going into town, maybe hit that tailgate
Catch a bunch of people chilling, parking lot of steak and shake
One pack of Marlboro, Boone's Farm and Mad Dog
Some Natty Light fried chitlins just to snack on
Meet the homies at the arcade
Jumping someone else's pickup truck, we're cruising down the parkway
Putt Putt, pit stop, hitting 20 Ave
Turn around and take it down, back to 2nd Ave
There ain't no other way we would spend today
Even if we could, you would have heard them say
Keep it moving, driving Slappy Boulevard
But take it slow, because we ain't got nowhere to go

What you know about dirt roads, moonshine, jumping in the blue hole
What you know about late night cruising in the 89 Bronco
What you know about the country
Go ahead and tell them about the country
What you know about the country
I'm going to tell you about the country
What you know about dirt roads, moonshine, jumping in the blue hole
What you know about late night cruising in the 89 Bronco
What you know about the country
Go ahead and tell them about the country
What you know about the country
I'm going to tell you about the country