Ridin' down the road, listening to the radio You leaned over and you turned it up You said, "Baby, this is it, the one I wanted you to hear Don't it sound
Down where I was born was heaven on earth Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright We raised cotton
It took me and four of my buddies Half the night to pull out my truck I stood there and proclaimed everybody It's the last time I'll mess with this mud
You make me want to Hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm gonna take your cares away You make me want to You make me want to Roll
T-shirt, blue jeans, don't like much on TV Caviar and a Triscuit, ain't no red eye gravy on a biscuit My deep southern drawl makes the conversation crawl
There's a bonfire burnin' Got Bocephus blarin' louder than allowed Out in our neck of the neighborhood If you wanna see follow me Over the river and through
Girl I?ll be over there With my buddies drinkin? beer If you need me, come and get me When you hear our song In a little while When you?re ready shoot
I ain't been doin' too right, since I met her last night Some kinda burnin' breakfast, lost at work state of mind We're meetin' here because, she mentioned
It was two shades of brown, scratched up plastic It held extra line, lures, hooks and matches And his last name engraved in brass Right there by the handle
Hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend No way no way I think you need a new one Hey hey you you I could be your girlfriend I could be your girl
Gen'rals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the
Hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend No way, no way, I think you need a new one Hey hey, you you, I could be your girlfriend Hey hey, you you
Shake that ass shake that ass You got to shake that Shake that ass shake that ass You got to shake that ass bitch Damn Luke's got another fuckin' video
go Come on, y'all it's a big booty party, get all y'all, day in day Chillin' in the M to the I to the A, makin' hits with Luke this way Burn the roof
Are buried in this St Luke's summer So blow the man down boys Yeah blow the man down boys And the tricks that he employs Are buried in this St Luke'
the breath of God is gone the breath of God is gone feel the iron hand closing in the screams are swallowed by the darkness of the womb swearing to
This night should last forever By myself but not alone Reality will stab me Will i have the strength to carry on Will i bow to the world Will i be chained