Letras
Yeah, who'd have thought
A six-string and a Southern drawl
A real-life story that could make 'em call
Could fly a good ol' boy first class to the city
Man really?
Who'd have guessed
A big buckle and a hand-me-down leather vest
Got my hometown tatted on my redneck
And I should been in jail, but hell, they got me signin' a record deal
High livin'
Tell the homies in the city, good riddance
Take the first milli', baby, Lord willin'
Build a new mansion on an old farm
And throw some cows in the front yard
Well, ain't we livin' now?
Hit the Walmart, and buy it out
Yeah, when it rains, it's pourin' down, down
On them cows in the front yard
Can't believe
Got a clean ass lifted up 7'3
With a brand-new boat painted John Deere green
Just 'cause I can
And I'll be damned sure feelin' like I am
High livin'
Tell the homies in the city, good riddance
Take the first milli', baby, Lord willin'
Build a new mansion on an old farm
And throw some cows in the front yard
Well, ain't we livin' now?
Hit the Walmart, and buy it out
Yeah, when it rains, it's pourin' down, down
On them cows in the front yard
Movin' on up
Movin' on up
Movin' on up
And throw some cows in the front yard
Yeah, who'd have thought
A six-string and a Southern drawl
A real-life story that would make 'em call
Man, I can't believe they called
Now it's high livin'
Tell the homies in the city, good riddance
Take the first milli', baby, Lord willin'
Build a new mansion on an old farm
And throw some cows in the front yard
Well, ain't we livin' now?
Head to Walmart, and buy it out
Yeah, when the rain is pourin' down, down
On them cows in the front yard
Movin' on up