"Country Fried" lyrics

[Demun Jones:]
Yeah, yeah

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

[Tex:]
Turbo diesel six-point-o
Six inch lift got me rollin' real slow (Slow)
Thirty-sevens hummin', stack blows smoke
We run the west coast in a black power stroke
Talkin' super duty goose neck, heavy hauler
Make your ladies bounce like shocks on a rock crawler
Snapback hat with the bill still flat
Still the same old dude just a few more tats (Come on)
Shinnin' shotguns you bet I got some
Burgers on the grill go and grab you a hot one
Where I'm from we party 'til the cops come
Country fried is how we rock, son

[Demun Jones:]
Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

[Bird:]
I was raised in the woods down in Mississippi
Daddy was a preacher so the money wasn't easy
He worked from dawn to dusk takin' any job to provide for us
In a single wide mobile home trailer I would lay awake at night
Hopin' that tomorrow I would catch a few more fish and bring 'em back for my mama to fry
We didn't have that much
Hand-me-down clothes and a beat up truck
An old leather bible and a family full of love
We were all country fried, baptized in the mud

[Demun Jones:]
Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

You see me rollin' in the four by, straw hat, button up
City folks sittin' on the side lines shuttin' up
Lady on my right side, swim suit, cover kind
Home grown, home town, beauty queen, lovin' my loyalty
Purple, gold that's royalty
Livin' in a small town's never old to me
Get gas OC GC everybody
I'm a role model so I'm showin' everybody (Good God)
You can get what you want just don't listen
They told me that I'd never be in this position
It feels good to say it in a song finally
But I ain't never tryin' to live no where but Jones County

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

That's the way I ride (Yeah), 'cause I'm country fried
A rebel flag on my ride (Come on), 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Same girl for life, 'cause I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Yeah that's the way we ride (That's the way we ride), 'cause we country fried ('Cause we, 'cause we, yeah)

Louisiana, Alabama, Atlanta on my Nana I'm country fried (I'm country fried)
Big truck sittin' high, don't cuss on the real that's the way I ride (That's the way I ride)
Redneck, red flag, white stripes, good ol' boy 'til the day I die ('Til the day I die)
Uh, ripped jeans, whippin' grits and collared greens, know what I mean? I'm country fried (I'm country fried)

C-Country fried
C-Country fried
See me rollin' in the four by, straw hat
C-Country fried
C-Country fried
'Cause we, 'cause we, we country fried