Country Corral

I'm a country man, ain't got much money
Bout to eat a horse, I'm so damn hungry
Gonna drink this beer and grab my gal
Tonight we're going to Golden Corral

We grabbed our trays and hit that line
I'll take a Dr. Pepper and four Bud Lights
God, this country food looks so damn good
This country fried smell gives me mornin' wood

Loaded three plates with chicken country fried
Mac and cheese, green beans on the side
Biscuits and gravy piled sky high
Gonna eat this shit and try not to die

Oh good lord, I can't believe this shit
They got this big ole chocolate pit
It's flowin', I'm goin', I'm divin' right in
Cover me in brown baby, I'm ready to sin

I got three more plates and five more beers
This can of bud light might turn me queer
Eatin' country food is what a country man do
Kissin', lickin', spittin' on this deep fried food

Goin' hog wild, ain't slowin' down
Bustin' my jeans in this country town
Throat full of gravy, can't get enough
Give me one more bite of that deep-fried stuff



Credits
Writer(s): Biscuit Beats
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