Got the hell outta Dodge, goin' forward in a Chevy There's your truck line off the rip I ain't twenty-one no more, no need to mention Any kind of beer that I may sip No time for the strip when you're livin' these riffs Feedin' these dogs and cuttin' these fields Workin' like a hog, tryna pay them bills For a V8 on gravel and a couple good years Mmm-mmm
Go to heaven if I'm good, but I'm bad to the bone And I don't wanna change shit Redneck rockstar at any Waffle House Even if it is 2 AM Smokin' joints out front, swappin' good times Watchin' for the police creepin' on by Fist bump, country boys can survive We the last of a breed that don't ever die
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Go to hell if I'm mean, but I love summer heat So it won't be that bad Roll in in the droptop, all matte black With flames painted on the side We be kickin' up dust, bein' too loud The Devil might end up gettin' kicked out Charlie Daniels said punch you in the mouth We the last of a breed that don't ever die
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Came to earth as a Volunteer For the spirit of the down home You could tear me apart on my own frontier Every piece turns like it's chrome And there's a hole in my heart, plug it with my own hand Take all the hate as a couple grains of sand Now go build a castle from the tears I shed We the last of a breed that don't ever die
Yoo-ooh We the last of a breed that don't ever die Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We the last of a breed that don't ever DieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
