JJ Lawhorn piosenki

I'm just a good old boy from Virginia where the smell of tobacco still hangs in the barn. The house I grew up in, momma's singed church hymns while I hid and played Free Bird on daddy's guitar. I learned to put my trust in a good pair of boots. And I ain't ash...

Well I've seen big city lights, they ain't for me ya know. Cause nothing beats barefoot walkin down a red clay road. Sweatin like a dog for my daddy to take my baby to the show. And a little bit later maybe ease on down to the swimming hole. I'm proud to be...

Sittin on the toolbox in this short bed chevrolet. I come out here to the county line when I need some time to think. And lately I've been thinkin bout a boy I used to know. He was taken from this world at twenty-one years old. When I look up at that photograp...

Baby's blowin up my phone, she's dolled up and ready to go. She's got a week's worth of kisses for me. Oh and buddy you better believe it. I'm diggin on that. Gotta get there fast, I'm diggin on that. That's where it's at. When she climbs in with them tan...

Don't hang out with that morgan boy, that's what momma said. You'll wind up with a bunch of bad habits and jail or maybe dead. But cars in the front seat aimin that shotgun, bout to take a stop sign down. I blow through the fourway, boom goes the twelve gauge,...

Fourty fours rollin down a dusty old dirt road. Tires moaning groaning, whistling as they go. Boots muddy as hell, I got my old jones hat turned back. Shotgun beside my leg, cb on the dash. I'm headed back to my old spot way down in the Georgetown swamp. I'll...

I was stackin hay on a Saturday, I couldn't get her off my mind. Workin like a dog in the barn loft, gettin to her one bail at a time. He handed me my pay, then I made my old Ford fly. She was sittin on the porch when I rolled up her drive. I was covered in...

When them city boys cross the county lines we circle the trucks cut on the lights. Man, I've seen some good fights sittin on a tailgate. Me and my daddy waitin on the sun, double old buck shot in my gun. Black and tan hound dog itchin to run, sittin on a tailg...

Everybody knows just where to go when there's beer to get. And everybody still drives up that same old hill for their first kiss. And old man Wilson, he still don't know his back field is still the party spot. When the sun goes down, these are my stompin groun...

Don't hang out with that morgan boy, that's what momma said. You'll wind up with a bunch of bad habits and jail or maybe dead. But cars in the front seat aimin that shotgun, bout to take a stop sign down. I blow through the fourway, boom goes the twelve gauge,...

I climbed off that rusty farm hog, covered head to boot with dirt. I rinsed off quick in a swimming hole, throw me on a clean shirt. Cause I know my baby's sittin there waiting, rockin on a porch swing. She ain't clueless, she knows what she's doin and how it...

Red clay mud caked up on the door, twelve gauge buckshot rollin in the floorboard. Turkey feather flappin up in the visor, every Friday night she's a dirt road rider. You can tell a man by his truck, F one fifty painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in th...

If you think I'll trade Grand daddy's truck for one that shines. If you think you'll take my guns without a fight. If you think this farm will ever be for sale. Hmm, then you don't know me very well. If you want me to say there is a better country in this wo...