Can't change the roots of my family tree I'd never fit in your high society Dinner at the club, white tablecloths We're having fried catfish from uncle Jessie's pond
That mercedes wouldn't last ten minutes in the mud Like a 1987 Chevy pickup truck Your mama gave you her mama's hand me down pearls My mama gave me half-smoked pack of Marlboro's
Ooooooh, ah, ah, ah, ooooooh I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin' Smile fakin' Spendin' daddy's money makin' Everybody round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong
I'm country to the bone I'm just too far gone T-t-t-too far gone
You like a man dressed up in a three piece suit I'll take a Friday night flannel and some square toe boots You're a rooftop bar hop sugar rim lemon drop I'm a PBR sippin' two steppin' in a honkytonk
Ooooooh, ah, ah, ah, ooooooh I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin' Smile fakin' Spending daddy's money makin'
Everybody round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong I'm country to the bone I'm just too far gone, yeah
Don't care what you might think I'm proud of what my mama raised
Ooooooh, ah, ah, ah, ooooooh I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin' Smile fakin' Spendin' daddy's money makin'
Everybody round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong I'm country to the bone I'm just too far gone, yeah T-t-t-too far gone, yeah
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