They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall
Yeah this life got me feeling like my soul is Hank Last of a dying breed with a point to make I'm twenty-five but I'm feeling like a hundred and ten Just sitting on my back porch steady watching the world spin Country, country, yeah, put a price tag on it Create a bunch of fake punks with some Mossy Oak on 'em Thinking they're definition of something they never lived I was cool before cool was, living out in the stix With 22-by-14s on a cheap-ass Chevy Gun sitting on my waist, even the bullets kinda heavy So don't second guess me, just make that drive And let me show ya how a real country boy survives
They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall
What the fuck I look like, a poster child for Bass Pro? Party down south, fist pumping, punk asshole Pounding fucking beers, catching STDs Y'all motherfuckers confused if you stay following that shit I'm chopping the unchoppable, unstoppable, slick hick Put a cowl induction hood on my big dick Fuck you group of sissies putting your pants up in your boots Looking like Dora the Explorer sipping a fifth of the loot I boot scoot and fucking boogie my ass to fucking Nashville Square dance on the street while my haters on Advil Sleeping their life away while I'm building a fucking legacy When it comes to real shit, Music City ain't even next to me
They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tall
Walking tall, hey
They won't put me on the Opry, you won't see me on TV They say that I'm too edgy, they can't handle the real me Well, I'll take my pride and I'll take my songs And these black scraped-up cowboy boots will keep on walking tallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
