My Way (feat. Brandon Young & Cypress Spring) - Moccasin Creek

Yeah I got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a shame if they outlaw denim. Got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a damn shame if they outlaw denim yeah Nothing but denim tank tops and boots on. Daisy dukes bikini with tattoos on. And girl you looking good in them cut offs so let your hair down and show off. I'm trying to get you, over here, take a sip of this clear, ease your mind for bit and we can crack another beer. The Creek water looks good when its flowing through your hair. I knew I had you hooked when I whispered in your ear Yeah I got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a shame if they outlaw denim. Got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a damn shame if they outlaw denim yeah Nothing but them denim shorts, summer time and they take em off. Creek bound with there girlfriends top back with the music up. Every time they pull up on a scene they make a heart stop . Shimmying out of them denims gone make a jaw drop. They do it good and they know that, they wear em right and they show that. Dark skin with that long hair. Cut off jeans she don't care. I'm thinking we should outlaw winter cause. It'd be a shame if they outlawed denim y'all Yeah I got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a shame if they outlaw denim. Got some, Moonshine in a mason jar got a bad girl looking like a movie star. Daisy dukes and outlaw women it would be a damn shame if they outlaw denim yeah We went riding round them back roads sipping on that shine. Couldn't keep my eyes off her I had that denim on my mind. We had the radio up we were trying to get lost. When we pulled up to the creek bank and that denim came off

This could be the ending of us It could be the falling sun Could have been a classic Fatally attractive, suicidal, kind of love I was just a kid from nowhere Never knew where I belong You were in the family, house up in the country Blue blooded american I'm leaving before the sunrise No need to say our goodbyes I will be on my way Baby, I hope you understand Always seem to want what I can't have Then I hit the road when it gets bad Baby, I will be on my way We were just star-crossed lovers Maybe in another life Move into the suburbs, father and a mother Simple kind of appetite I am still a kid from nowhere Looking for a place to find You were in your tower, garden full of flowers Letting down your hair at night I'm leaving before the sunrise No need to say our goodbyes I will be on my way Baby, I hope you understand Always seem to want what I can't have Then I hit the road when it gets bad Baby, I will be on my way I will be on my way Baby, I hope you understand Always seem to want what I can't have Then I hit the road when it gets bad Baby, I will be on my way

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft

I'm redneck, white trash straight out of the trailer man I'm dirty I aint gonna lie Got clothes out in the yard Watching me some NASCAR A country boy Dixie fried Dixie Fried, come inside some redneck nation Join the ride, come on I'm white trash you can call me that I'm Dixie Fried as a matter of fact There's a dawg in the yard on a twenty-foot chain Lying in the back where the dirty hoes hang I aint cutting grasses But that okay and I'm telling you why I'm a redneck, a trailer park king My backyard ain't missing a thing Above-ground pool makes the babes drool Outdoor shower and a homemade tumbler stool Yes sir I got a car in the back Sitting on boxes and a '64 Cadillac Get aside but you don't drive This is how you know I'm Dixie Fried This is the way we like, the way we live, It's the way we eat, how we raise our kids You can call us trash, yeah we ain't smart But I made a home-barb from a Walmart shopping cart I know you city folks getting mad at me I'm a Pall Mall tow Making fun at my overall tan Sitting back and smile with a lighter in my hand Stitch of cold in the yard TV on and I'm watching me some NASCAR Box fan blows right in my face And I hope there'a wreck somewhere in the race The whole town know we're sittin outside Old ladies in the kitchen cookin' us some burgers and home fries Oh oh here they go again We're Dixie Fried bring all your friends Brahman bull Speak the truth Camo shorts Steel toed boots Trucker heads Drink in hand The trailer park is my island man Wife and kids I won the prize Redneck, white trash Dixie Fried Nation of rednecks stand up strong Dixie Fried Sing along