Sabra Girl - Nickel Creek

(يا-يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، يا-ياي) (يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، يا-ياي) (يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، ياه-آه) راني عدبني الشوق ڭلبي بعدك محروق يا اللي تجري فالعروق ولي لي، عافاك فراقك ما كنت نظن هادا صعيب يمحن ڭول لڭليبك يحن، راني نتسناك يوم وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض يوم (يوم) وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض ميت واخا كاينبض راني قاهرني لبعاد جفني ما داه رڭاد ما حلا ليا ما زال نعيش فهاد الدنيا حالي يشفي العدى يَّامي كلها وحدة كي ليوم كي غدا الموت هادي هي يوم وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض يوم (يوم) وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض ميت واخا كاينبض وانا صابرة، على عدابي قادرة واخا تغيب مية سنة ترجع تلقاني حاضرة وانا صابرة، على عدابي قادرة واخا تغيب مية سنة ترجع تلقاني حاضرة يوم (يوم) وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض يوم وتاني فاتوا وانا رشاني البعد ڭلبي تعزى فحياتو ميت واخا كاينبض ميت واخا كاينبض (يا-يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، يا-ياي) (يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، يا-ياي) (يا-يا-يا، يا-يا-يا، ياه-آه)

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