Welcome to the Country versuri

Versuri Upchurch – Welcome to the Country lyrics

Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Upchurch, Upchurch, Upchurch

Rebel flags flyin’, four-wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy ‘gate drop, bring the ‘shine on out
Shit the cops don’t care, hah
Welcome to the country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

My boots kickin’ bitch, yeah, you know I’m the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and loud toys
I keep that joint smokin’ like a stack on the Cummins
Truck bed full of country style Playboy bunnies
And I’ll stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam
My ass ain’t signed by nobody but Tyler Farr knows who I am
I’m mister redneck crazy, mister your chick with my baby
Mister if you do not like me stare at both my middle fingers
While I’m jammin’ in the studio creatin’ all these bangers
For these truckers, moshers, ravers, and people rockin’ them trailers
Flat black with ape hangers, my style shinin’ like chrome
Signin’ tits in my shows on chicks I don’t know

Rebel flags flyin’, four-wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy ‘gate drop, bring the ‘shine on out
Shit the cops don’t care, hah
Welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Comin’ out, loaded, savage shit like marines, boy
I’m the fuckin’ bomb drop me on ISIS
Fuck them ragheads boy, I got American pride bitch
We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the ‘shine though
My shit so stout I had to rob me a silo
On my Duke boy shit and if you don’t what’s bumpin’
Chances are your bitch ass ain’t straight out the country

Rebel flags flyin’, four-wheel drive
Bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Used to ride around this county when nobody knew my name
Used to kick it up at Sonic with a pocket full of change
Used to ride around the ranches with my buddies smokin’ J’s
Four deep in the single cab short wheel base
And I ain’t gonna change and I won’t stop reppin’
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancin’
Small town, big voice, two fingers saying fuck it
If you ain’t about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch

Rebel flags flyin’, four-wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy ‘gate drop, bring the ‘shine on out
Shit cops don’t care, hah
Welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country