Unincorporated

My grandma taught the golden rule      
From inside of a one-room school        
My grandpa drove an old farmall        
So the corn could grow green and tall        
   
You can throw a rock from sign to sign        
But don’t think we’re left back in time  
I learned all about life in a pair worn out boots        
When you find your Sunnyside,  you’ll find your roots        
   
Friday nights could be found        
An old stepside diggin’ some mud        
Fat Daddy’s Shotgun hangin’ in the rack  
Olé Applejack is the leader of the pack    
Breaker breaker one nine  
I’m at the branch in those pines        
Triple-Tee you got a copy on me    
Don’t judge until you’ve walked to the tree        
Proud to be livin’...        
Unincorporated        
       
Two black marks on a long street        
A Super Sport that I bet you can’t beat        
A blue eyed blonde from the flatwoods        
Down on the Big Sandy it never felt so good  
   
Sunday preachin’, dinner on the grounds        
On the back row with the lost and found        
We all feel so rich when we’re on that land        
Cause it’s were our ancestors made their stand  
     
Saturday nights could be found        
Down on the river settin’ some lines        
A mess of cat’s with too much to drank  
Feels like money in the bank         
But when you hear that guitar squall        
Thoes foxes will be rockin’ the fur-shed wall    
Hold on when the Georgia pines start to sway        
Cause that piano is gonna play  
Proud to be livin’...        
Unincorporated
 
We all have a different name, but we’re all the same
Doin’ the best we can with no one to blame
They call us country, hillbillies and rednecks
But I don’t care, you can’t cash their checks
All those big cities are just a waste of time
I seen a few, so be careful of the ladder you climb
No matter if you’re from a J, D, or a T-Ville
Never let that concrete change the way you feel
Just be proud you’re livin’...
Unincorporated
 
Livin’ Unincorporated...
 
If you listen when the moon is full
You can hear that guitar squall
You’ll know the foxes are rockin’ the fur-shed wall Hold on when the Georgia pines start to sway Cause that piano is gonna play
Proud to be livin’...
Unincorporated