Ladies and gentlemen
Please give a Nashville welcome to Hardin
Those records on Chia Rock
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I could buy a Maybach
But I'm still in my F-150
And my last name
It's a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lot of things changed
Except one thing, me, sing it
I'm still the same ol' redneck fuck
Don't give a damn, ain't afraid to throw it down
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Ooh
Middle finger to the sky, buddy that's right
Had to sprinkle Dixie crystal on my half type
Keep your in-crowd, I'll be the outcast
I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name
It's a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lot of things changed
But if there's something you should know about me, sing it
Still the same ol' redneck fuck
Don't give a damn, ain't afraid to throw it down
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house, go
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead
.44 In the floor for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and it
Middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead
.44 In the floor for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and it still ain't sold out
Nashville, what do you think of Hardin?
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