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(uh-huh) Got the rusty flatbed sitting in the summer heat While we
pump a heavy bassline on a gravel street Old-school sampler running through
a tube-amp head With some southern style poetry that must be said
(yeah,
talk to 'em)
From the county line down to the record store They ain't never
heard a sound like this before (nah)
Country roads with a heavy bass drop Front porch pickin' that will
never stop We got the dirt on our boots and the hip-hop
groove Backwoods anthem making everybody move (ooh-wee)
We got biscuits in the kitchen,
vinyl on the deck Slinging rural metaphors,
keeping folks in check No big city lights,
just the firefly glow And a classic sampler pushing out a country
show
Country roads with a heavy bass drop Front porch pickin' that will
never stop We got the dirt on our boots and the hip-hop
groove Backwoods anthem making everybody move
Just a needle in the groove
Keep it country... Keep it hip-hop... (hahaha)