Letras
We hunt squirrels with our .22s
We like our mountains nice and blue
We ain't no pretty boys from the big old city
We try our best to stay away from you
We ain't afraid of getting mud on our tires
Or a couple loose wires
Yeah you can find us at the bonfire
Where we listen to some Hank
And some Haggerd
Johnny Cash yeah the man in black
If you don't like us we don't give a fuck
You can kiss our ass
Yeah you can kiss our ass
I got these scars on my knuckles
Some from fights and some from work
Give me a cope can or a couple
A dimebag of weed and a rack of coors light
We're going far back in the sticks where we like to have our fun
In the fire glare where we have no single care
Where we listen to some Hank
And some Haggerd
Johnny Cash yeah the man in black
If you don't like us we don't give a fuck
You can kiss our ass
Yeah you can kiss our ass