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Yeah,
yeah
We taking it back to the blue hills
Red clay dirt on my dirty sneakers
Tailgate drop with some heavy speakers
Old man cussing out the local preacher Yeah we do it big
down in Virginia, bitch
We don't give a fuck what they gotta say
Making moonshine in the broad day
Virginia is for lovers but we love to fight
Drinking cheap beer in the pale moonlight Yeah we running wild through
the county lines
Country boys raising hell one more time (whoo-hoo)
Down in Richmond where the pavement burns
To the Shenandoah where the river curves
These backroad drivers getting on my nerves
Smoking on that good green in the pines
Rolling coal, crossing double lines
Yeah they talk shit but we doing fine
Virginia is for lovers but we love to fight
Drinking cheap beer in the pale moonlight Yeah we running wild through
the county lines
Country boys raising hell one more time (whoo-hoo)
From the ocean front to the mountain peaks We don't get no
sleep, we don't hold our peace We just ride,
ride, ride
Yeah, we ride, ride,
ride (hahaha)
Yeah, get your glasses up
We don't give a
fuck
Virginia turn it up
Virginia is for lovers but we love to fight
Drinking cheap beer in the pale moonlight Yeah we running wild through
the county lines
Country boys raising hell one more time (whoo-hoo)
(let's go!)
Yeah, we out here
Virginia till I die,
motherfuckers (ahhhh)