Letras
I come from the backwoods
Deep in the holler
Working for a living earning every single dollar
Redneck down home
White trash blue collar
So to say the least I learned to lead not folla
I've seen a lot of boys
Who love to talk smack
They might drink whiskey
But they don't know Jack
Their mouth's writing checks
That their ass can't cash
I paid my dues
While they keep talking trash
Son you want to test my .45
You won't make it out of these sticks alive
When it comes down to it country boys survive
This ain't no game
It's do or die
You gotta earn respect
'Cause that's how it's done
When you're the son of a
Son of a
Son of a gun
Yea Son of a son of a gun
I come from the backwoods
Deep in the holler
Working for a living earning every single dollar
Son you want to test my .45
You won't make it out of these sticks alive
When it comes down to it country boys survive
This ain't no game
It's do or die
You gotta earn respect
'Cause that's how it's done
When you're the son of a
(You gotta earn respect)
You gotta earn respect
'Cause that's how it's done
(That's how it's done)
Son of a
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son, you don't wanna test this .45
No sir