Lyrics

Sittin' on a muddy bank fishin' with some stank stank
Flathead on the line
Love me some mudbugs need a little chug chug
Of momma's homemade wine
If that don't sound like it's your cup of tea
You can bet your ass you won't get along with me... no sir'ee
I'm little bit a country a little southern rock
A little bluegrass and a little hip-hop
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
A good ole country boy in a turned back hat
If you don't know the word's to mama tried... (walk the line - Tulsa time)
Then you ain't no friend of mine
Wrenchin' on a big block make that motor talk talk
Gonna sling a little mud
Eatin' on some fried chicken finger's need some lick lickin'
Time for another blunt
If that don't sound like it's your bag of bones
Then you better walk your city ass on back home... all alone