"Jones County Boys" lyrics
Uh uh uh uh ohhh
I know the state patrol ain't gonna like it
Man, I'm flying in the F250 blue bolt a lightning
And I got no excuses just some places to be
I got my music on 11 yeah I'm letting it breathe. Oh.
I got a thing for haulin' ass
Cranking some Demun Jones songs making blast
Shaking the windows until I shadow the glass
I'm feeling good in the breeze. I got my foot on the gas.
And there's a loaded Smith & Wesson in the door check
Conceal carry, I ain't scared of getting car jacked
Mrs. Jones riding shotgun, looking upset
Cause she don't like loud noises and her hair is a mess
You know them, Jones County boys
Ain't got no sense
We mind our own damn business
On this side of the fence
We raise a whole lotta hell
You better tell your friends
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
You can spark it if you wanna, but it won't end well
Many men before have tried yeah and all of them failed
Got our hand, scuffed up like some 40 hour boots
Product of our raisin handcuffed to our roots
The county boys stay sipping dirt road hitting
Little baddie to my right with some Daisy dukes ripping
Country what it is yeah ain't what it isn't
We just cut from a clothe that's a little bit different
And the Sheriff is my neighbor me and him are tight
You don't wanna take it up I'm going out of sight
And I know how to dig a hole if you wanna get cooking
My connections run deep they won't even come looking
Cause them Jones County boys
Ain't got no sense
We mind our own damn business
On this side of the fence
We raise a whole lotta hell
You better tell your friends
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
County boys stay sipping dirt road hitting
Little baddie to my right got them Daisy Dukes ripping
Country what it is yeah it ain't what it isn't
We just cut from a cloth that's a little bit different UH
I know the state patrol ain't gonna like it
Man, I'm flying in the F250 blue bolt a lightning
And I got no excuses just some places to be
I got my music on 11 yeah I'm letting it breathe. Oh.
I got a thing for haulin' ass
Cranking some Demun Jones songs making blast
Shaking the windows until I shadow the glass
I'm feeling good in the breeze. I got my foot on the gas.
And there's a loaded Smith & Wesson in the door check
Conceal carry, I ain't scared of getting car jacked
Mrs. Jones riding shotgun, looking upset
Cause she don't like loud noises and her hair is a mess
You know them, Jones County boys
Ain't got no sense
We mind our own damn business
On this side of the fence
We raise a whole lotta hell
You better tell your friends
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
You can spark it if you wanna, but it won't end well
Many men before have tried yeah and all of them failed
Got our hand, scuffed up like some 40 hour boots
Product of our raisin handcuffed to our roots
The county boys stay sipping dirt road hitting
Little baddie to my right with some Daisy dukes ripping
Country what it is yeah ain't what it isn't
We just cut from a clothe that's a little bit different
And the Sheriff is my neighbor me and him are tight
You don't wanna take it up I'm going out of sight
And I know how to dig a hole if you wanna get cooking
My connections run deep they won't even come looking
Cause them Jones County boys
Ain't got no sense
We mind our own damn business
On this side of the fence
We raise a whole lotta hell
You better tell your friends
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
County boys stay sipping dirt road hitting
Little baddie to my right got them Daisy Dukes ripping
Country what it is yeah it ain't what it isn't
We just cut from a cloth that's a little bit different UH
