Rollin' down the backroads dust kickin' up high
Got a hankerin' for somethin' that only grease can satisfy
Golden brown and crispy it's the southern fryer's cry
I'm talkin' 'bout that country gold fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die it's a love I can't deny
Chicken wings to apple pies in that oil they'll fly
From the skillet to the sky it's the truth no lie
I'm livin' for that crunch fried 'til I die
Catfish sizzlin' okra on the side
Hushpuppies dancin' in that bubblin' tide
It's a down-home symphony where the flavors collide
A greasy spoon anthem fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die with that batter-dipped pride
From the first taste as a kid to the last joyride
It's a legacy a guide on this culinary glide
I'm feastin' with my heart fried 'til I die
In the kitchen we're mixin' with a beat that's fixin'
To turn up the heat where the oil's hissin'
It's a country rap session with no concession
To the fried food passion it's an obsession
So here's to the grease that's been sanctified
To the cooks who've mastered the deep-fried guide
In this love affair I'm forever tied
To the sizzle and the taste fried 'til I die
Bubba Swompz - Fried til I Die Lyrics
Bubba Swompz - Fried til I Die Lyrics
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Rollin' down the backroads dust kickin' up high
Got a hankerin' for somethin' that only grease can satisfy
Golden brown and crispy it's the southern fryer's cry
I'm talkin' 'bout that country gold fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die it's a love I can't deny
Chicken wings to apple pies in that oil they'll fly
From the skillet to the sky it's the truth no lie
I'm livin' for that crunch fried 'til I die
Catfish sizzlin' okra on the side
Hushpuppies dancin' in that bubblin' tide
It's a down-home symphony where the flavors collide
A greasy spoon anthem fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die with that batter-dipped pride
From the first taste as a kid to the last joyride
It's a legacy a guide on this culinary glide
I'm feastin' with my heart fried 'til I die
In the kitchen we're mixin' with a beat that's fixin'
To turn up the heat where the oil's hissin'
It's a country rap session with no concession
To the fried food passion it's an obsession
So here's to the grease that's been sanctified
To the cooks who've mastered the deep-fried guide
In this love affair I'm forever tied
To the sizzle and the taste fried 'til I die
Got a hankerin' for somethin' that only grease can satisfy
Golden brown and crispy it's the southern fryer's cry
I'm talkin' 'bout that country gold fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die it's a love I can't deny
Chicken wings to apple pies in that oil they'll fly
From the skillet to the sky it's the truth no lie
I'm livin' for that crunch fried 'til I die
Catfish sizzlin' okra on the side
Hushpuppies dancin' in that bubblin' tide
It's a down-home symphony where the flavors collide
A greasy spoon anthem fried 'til I die
Fried 'til I die with that batter-dipped pride
From the first taste as a kid to the last joyride
It's a legacy a guide on this culinary glide
I'm feastin' with my heart fried 'til I die
In the kitchen we're mixin' with a beat that's fixin'
To turn up the heat where the oil's hissin'
It's a country rap session with no concession
To the fried food passion it's an obsession
So here's to the grease that's been sanctified
To the cooks who've mastered the deep-fried guide
In this love affair I'm forever tied
To the sizzle and the taste fried 'til I die
Writer: Mylan Anderson
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