Chittlin’ Cookin’ Time In Cheatham County - Sierra Ferrell

Man, these boys think they got me, ha-ha You ain't got shit son I'm the Lane Frost of this shit So bring ya ass on then (Hell yeah!) I'm on my country boy shit, hillbilly like it's Beverly Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit Follow me down to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter When I started from the bottom, now ya honky got a buzz on Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery I came up from nothin' now my face in more than 50 states Pedal to the metal, I ain't even go and tap the brakes And I ain't from the city, I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain't time to go and fake it Woo! Now let me pop that clutch Ain't your man with a plan though that always crunch I'm that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust (Hell yeah!) We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter Nashville born, small hick town raised On the edge of Music Row, corn field, wind sways Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze Everything gets dirty tryna pave that way I ain't never had a hand out, never had a pick me up Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I'm popular on Instagram Haters say I'm fakin' shit, say I'm not famous, barely lit When I didn't have the management to make sure that I'm well equipped So fingers up and shots on me famous and I'm 23 Self-made son, country boy from middle Tennessee We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter (Hell yeah!)

Well here I stand* Before you a broken man With head in hands And what a fool I am To think you'd ever wanna Have your eyes meet with mine Again After what I did And wonderin' where I'd been All this time 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be flashin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin' you'll forgive the fool in me The fool in me You ain't never seen A thing like Miami Beach Or Alberta gold Oh it was good to be home But all the time that tI've been takin' For the things that I thought I'm supposed to do Well all that I could do Was think of you And everything you meant to me 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be shinin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin you'll forgive the fool in me Well I need to know Is time to let go? I need to hold Onto something real 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be flashin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin' you'll forgive the fool in me (Fool, fool in me) Cause all I'm ever gonna be is a fool (Fool, fool in me) Just the fool in me (Fool, fool in me) The fool in me

My heart keeps driving me crazy There's nothing much I can do, I'm aware There's no one quite like you You're one of one, one in a million I'm alone with you Waking up and hanging out at home with you You don't ever do no wrong to me I wish that I could just say the same But it's okay, I'm trying to do Whatever it takes to believe That I'm enough, and hope you agree I've fallen for you, I'm dazed and confused It's crazy what you mean to me My heart keeps driving me crazy There's nothing much I can do, I'm aware (uh) There's no one quite like you You're one of one, one in a million, woah (Ooh, ooh-ooh) One in a million (oh, oh-oh-oh) You're one of one, one in a million, woah Baby, I've been up all night I won't sleep and I'm not tired What the fuck should we wait for? I can't take this anymore It's the only thing I need It's the most important thing It's my one and only wish It's such a crazy way to be Waking up and hanging out at home with you You don't ever do no wrong to me I wish that I could just say the same But it's okay, I'm trying to do Whatever it takes to believe That I'm enough and hope you agree I've fallen for you, I'm dazed and confused And same with what you're doin' to me My heart keeps driving me crazy There's nothing much I can do, I'm aware There's no one quite like you You're one of one, one in a million, woah My heart keeps driving me crazy There's nothing much I can do, I'm aware There's no one quite like you You're one of one, one in a million

When the sun goes down in Nashville go out that Memphis highway Between Centerville and Dickson on the gravel roads and byways They'll be runnin' off the shine that will be bringin' in the bounty Saturday night in Hickman County At the beer joint on the black top country music's playin' steady And the workin' men are drinkin' and they're rough and they are ready And the girl behind the counter who has all the boys a buzzin' Will be leavin' with her husband Saturday night in Hickman County Down upon the Piney River parked beside the pretty water In the backseat of a Chevy is your next door neighbor's daughter They have split up into pairs the four that went off datin' double Gettin' that po' girl into trouble Saturday night in Hickman County All the farmers in the valley will be sittin' by the fire Watch the late news on the TV then they'll quietly retire Thankful just to be a livin' thankful that tomorrow's Sunday Sorry that the next day's Monday Saturday night in Hickman County Saturday night in Hickman County