Johnson County's got a real long line just a-leadin' right out of jail
And I got people up and down this old dirt road just a-ready to raise some hell
This ain't my small-town swager I still got a ways to go, before it hits the ground
I ain't no goddamn redneck and I ain't dead yet, I'm troubled just to stick around
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, good Lord, I know it's true
Shotgun shells caught the back seat of my goddamn pickup truck
Ain't no wick card got shit on these hands, but I was running clean out of luck
Then I found you, and you found me, and we were every kind of hurt
And five whole minutes is all it took to put that shit in the dirt
Oh, goddamn, well, you know they have just a whole lot of shit to say
They run my name through the f*cking mud and acted like it was okay
So I drink my drink and I smoke my smoke and I carry on my way
I take my whiskey neat , my Marlboro reds, and I drunk drive out of state
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, but Lord, I know it's true
I know it's true
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Johnson County's got a real long line just a-leadin' right out of jail
And I got people up and down this old dirt road just a-ready to raise some hell
This ain't my small-town swager I still got a ways to go, before it hits the ground
I ain't no goddamn redneck and I ain't dead yet, I'm troubled just to stick around
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, good Lord, I know it's true
Shotgun shells caught the back seat of my goddamn pickup truck
Ain't no wick card got shit on these hands, but I was running clean out of luck
Then I found you, and you found me, and we were every kind of hurt
And five whole minutes is all it took to put that shit in the dirt
Oh, goddamn, well, you know they have just a whole lot of shit to say
They run my name through the f*cking mud and acted like it was okay
So I drink my drink and I smoke my smoke and I carry on my way
I take my whiskey neat , my Marlboro reds, and I drunk drive out of state
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, but Lord, I know it's true
I know it's true
And I got people up and down this old dirt road just a-ready to raise some hell
This ain't my small-town swager I still got a ways to go, before it hits the ground
I ain't no goddamn redneck and I ain't dead yet, I'm troubled just to stick around
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, good Lord, I know it's true
Shotgun shells caught the back seat of my goddamn pickup truck
Ain't no wick card got shit on these hands, but I was running clean out of luck
Then I found you, and you found me, and we were every kind of hurt
And five whole minutes is all it took to put that shit in the dirt
Oh, goddamn, well, you know they have just a whole lot of shit to say
They run my name through the f*cking mud and acted like it was okay
So I drink my drink and I smoke my smoke and I carry on my way
I take my whiskey neat , my Marlboro reds, and I drunk drive out of state
You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make
Three whole years f*ck being free, I had to stand up and say
I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you
I got played a card that I didn't even want, but Lord, I know it's true
I know it's true
Writer: Alan Elliott
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