Mud, Bars, and Turf Battles

Yeah, look at you now. (haha)

Let's go.

You talk a big game in your city boots But you ain't

ever seen the mud where we planted roots Behind a keyboard acting

like a tough guy But when the tractor pulls up,

you just run by (uh-huh)

You built your whole world on a pack of lies

Now watch it burn down under Southern skies (watch it burn)

Now you're choking on the dust of my Chevrolet

(yeah) Got nothing left to say,

nothing left to say

You're a counterfeit cowboy playing on the stage

Your silver buckle shiny but it's cheap brass

I'm cutting through the weeds like some sweetgrass

You're borrowing a lifestyle you can't afford

Selling out your soul just to climb the board

(get out of here)

Yeah, go back home. (shhh)