Country Folk

well people like to judge
shake their head
as they see big red
roll through town
we got some Haggard truned up
and the windows rolled down

well we're mud slinging
honky tonkin
mid night rockin
hell raisin
son of a guns
that like to get crazy
and have some fun
we're good timin
gun shootin
huntin and fishin
hard workin
aint no time for bitchin
like to drink
like to smoke
oh just good ole country folk

why am i the way i am
well hell i dont know
ask my old man
maybe its these callused hands
raised up right
raised to fight the good fight

well we're mud slinging
honky tonkin
mid night rockin
hell raisin
son of a guns
that like to get crazy
and have some fun
we're good timin
gun shootin
huntin and fishin
hard workin
aint no time for bitchin
like to drink
like to smoke
oh just good ole country folk

we'll never change
no matter how old we get
hey what you see
mmm...this is it

well we're mud slinging
honky tonkin
mid night rockin
hell raisin
son of a guns
that like to get crazy
and have some fun
we're good timin
gun shootin
huntin and fishin
hard workin
aint no time for bitchin
like to drink
like to smoke
oh just good ole country folk