Holler Back (Football Mix) - The Lost Trailers

I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but bass He says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that' And, 'Don't that fly girl got some back' And I feel so doggone outta place When he says, 'Holler back when you get back home' I say, 'The only holler back that I know is' In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back Take a left off the Interstate Go ten miles Take a right on Farm Road 99 And just roll 'til the blacktop ends 'Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing Bikini top and them cut-off jeans And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins Ah, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry wine Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself One hell of a time In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it so good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back (Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown Its a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown) Ooh...)

I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up First twenty years man, I didn't say much Taking all the shit that the poor folks are given Dodging daddy's fist and the Jackson County Prison Can't cut a bleach stain who am I kidding I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Board as a 2×4, fightin' just for fun In the middle of nowhere with nowhere to run Hellbent, broken-soul seeking salvation Where the preachers all preach from The Book of Revelations A hundred dollar Chevy was my ticket out And The Valley of The Shadow always with me no doubt I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting Fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Yeah Yeah I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that Pain put the holler Pain put the holler In the holler from the holler Holler from the holler

Whoa, whoa The only poison I've had is ivy The only man I fear is God No snakes can make me run now 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all No buck can stare me down No neighbor can shut me up I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker I'm off in the holler son We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys The only fight I've ever been in Was takin' up for somebody else The only time I got my jaw jacked is never but damn sure not quite yet The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Holler boy native to the holler soil Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder Or a hand with a loaded gun We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys

I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but bass He says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that' And, 'Don't that fly girl got some back' And I feel so doggone outta place When he says, 'Holler back when you get back home' I say, 'The only holler back that I know is' In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back Take a left off the Interstate Go ten miles Take a right on Farm Road 99 And just roll 'til the blacktop ends 'Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing Bikini top and them cut-off jeans And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins Ah, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry wine Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself One hell of a time In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it so good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back (Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown Its a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown) Ooh...)

Don? t mind me, I mean no harm I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? Don? t mind me, I mean no harm, I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? You say you want it, you say you need it Pick it up on Saturday Man, I hope they don? t legalize it I make more cake when I got to hide it We get low, go row by row Put the Hank on then we do-si-do Mamma said,? Boy, you goin? straight to hell? Till I brought the cash back and she said,? Damn, that sells? Well, I had the farm paid off in twenty three days Now its time to raise some cane Call my cowgirls, get? em out That? s how we do it in the Dirty South Don? t mind me, I mean no harm I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? Say you want it, babe, say you need it, babe Pick it up on Saturday So all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them grits, let's make some gravy

Got the wide open sky in my eyes Got my feet on solid ground They don't want me to be who I am Here in this place, its my daddy's town Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think its time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Girl, I'm a wild horse that's ready to run I know I don't belong behind to fence I want a hill that's as big as my dreams That I can try my heart against Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think it's time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down It's a long shot ride but we'll hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road, out of blacktop road

You don't even know what you did do you, baby You never looked back when you left You didn't see me goin' crazy Pickin' up the pieces all by myself What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Packed all your things away in boxes Put them under the bed collecting dust I hid all your pictures in the closet Oh, but there's still so much of us What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Girl, you know I wish you well but I just wish you could tell me What am I gonna do with all this love Ive looked all around this house I'm still tryin', tryin' to figure out What am I gonna do with all this love Its more than I can deal with, baby More than I can live with, baby What am I gonna do with all this love You left me with way too much, all these memories of us What am I gonna do with all this love

Still Love the smell of mamas house when somethings cookin' on the stove Still hug her neck when its time to go, leavin's always tough Oh, there's some things you don't grow out of I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights I cant bring myself to box em up, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa just you and him The innocence of another time I still go back there in my mind to Sunday morning ringing bells The preachers words, the way it felt and to this day I get my help from up above Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of

I'm Country, You can tell how I speak, I've lived by the creek. Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories. I'm Country, Ain't scared to fight if one comes my way, But I'm tryin' to see if I can be the man momma hoped to raise. Even Momma understands, I'm a country man. Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm reckless, I like shrimp and grits, and crazy chicks. I cant help but lick my lips, When she makes each grit with the flip of the wrist. I'm hungry, What I deserve is coming my way. I ain't to proud to work all day, Come home late for a roll in the hay. I'm holding the world in my hands. I'm a country man, Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country thats what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain"t alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man.