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Yeah, down in the mud Let's go
Cadillac parked in the kudzu vine Bootleg whiskey in a jar of
pine He's got the gold rings on his dirty hands Singing rockabilly
to the local bands Yeah,
he's a backwoods king with a broken crown Shaking up the dust
in a sleepy town
He don't care about the rules they made
Living out his life in the swampy shade
(oh yeah)
They call him dirty Elvis in his rhinestone boots
Digging up the money from his outlaw roots
Yeah, he's shaking them hips in the Georgia clay
Slicked-back hair and a lot to say (hahaha)
Two-tone Chevy with a busted light He's running from the sheriff in
the dead of night Got a pocket full of pills and a
heart of lead Better watch your mouth or you'll end up dead
Yeah, he's a bad-ass mother with a country drawl Leaving spray-paint tags
on the county wall
He don't care about the rules they made
Living out his life in the swampy shade
(oh yeah)
They call him dirty Elvis in his rhinestone boots
Digging up the money from his outlaw roots
Yeah, he's shaking them hips in the Georgia clay
Slicked-back hair and a lot to say (hahaha)
No gold records on his cabin wall
Just the pine trees standing tall (hmmmm)
But when he sings the whole swamp shakes
They call him dirty Elvis in his rhinestone boots
Digging up the money from his outlaw roots
Yeah, he's shaking them hips in the Georgia clay
Slicked-back hair and a lot to say (hahaha)
Yeah, dirty Elvis
Out in the
mud (hahaha)