Country Lyrics - Angaleena Presley

Souped up, jacked up, turn it up, feel the love 

Trucker hat, western snap, Wrangler jeans, skoal ring 

In a field, on a boat, on a farm, on a goat 

Ride 'em, hide 'em, hometown, homegrown 

This is my home, this is my town 

Country, country, yes sir'ee 

Back road, back wood, bonfire, I'm on fire 

Firecracker, Fourth of July, white T-shirt, apple pie 

Barefoot, Bigfoot, bushy beard, here comes the hook 

Whoa, whoa 

Yeehaw! 

Whoa, whoa 

Country 

Turn it on, get it on, bring it on, Les Poissons, 

Get 'er done, hotdog bun, Chevrolet, anti-gay 

On the beach, up the holler, 'nother song, 'nother dollar 

Cowboy, that's my name 

Blue jeans, tight jeans, hole in my jeans, cutoff jeans 

Jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans 

Dashboard, dry humpin' Hank-thumpin' country bumpkin 

Country boy, country girl, thank God I'm a country boy 

Long-haired country boy, yeah I'm out here in the country 

Woo, we're keeping it country 

Chorus 

Catfish! 

There used to be a place downtown 

Where they threw nutshells on the floor 

But they cleaned up and went corporate 

And now I don't go there no more 

My mama bartended that place 

When it was a dive and alive 

But they sold it out to retire 

And chase that American pie 

Now we got no Hank and Johnny, no Waylon 

Playin' no Dwight Yoakam on radio 

Just a crazy load of these country posers 

I suppose a couple of them are real but they'll never make it 

So thank God for Sturgill Simpson 

'Cause Music Row can fuckin' save it 

But I'm fuckin' getting it, son 

A hollow tick following troops through Tennessee 

With a remedy, you should be gettin' some 

Slumerican boss, a Shooter Jennings, a new beginning 

A rude awakening for you who fake 

And then use the industry wrong 

Chorus