You ain't from around here, are ya?
Well... I just got one question
Are you country enough?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Big ass country boy straight up out the backwood
Keep a gang of kinfolk always up to no good
Wild ass, white trash, homegrown hippie
Sippin' pokey brown, choppin' heads off of chickens
Field party bonfire, yeah damn skippy
Got the whole holler with me
If you want it, come get it
Let me lift up that pickup, roll up that thick skunk
Hit the mud pits, we about to get this bitch stuck
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Well... Are ya, punk?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
From the sticks to the bricks, country to the city
I been known to keep it shitty, real homegrown gritty
You can ask Lil Nitty 'cause the Bushes boys did it
Back before it was cool to sip 'shine in the city
Now it's kinda funny cause everybody wit' it
Buncha camouflage crickets who swear they done did it
I'm a hustle, go get it, cop it, go flip it
Die for everything I love, real country livin', get it!
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Go ahead... Make my day
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
We got the good, bad, the ugly
We got Dolly and Patsy
We got Chesney and Willie
We got George, Hank, and Twitty
And if you ain't fine with that we can take it out back
In the words of Johnny Cash, "You can kiss my country ass"
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Welcome 2 the Country (feat. SMO) Video (MV)
Performed By: Drew Jacobs
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Andrew Kroetsch, Bernard Perry, John Pregler
Drew Jacobs - Welcome 2 the Country (feat. SMO) Lyrics
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You ain't from around here, are ya?
Well... I just got one question
Are you country enough?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Big ass country boy straight up out the backwood
Keep a gang of kinfolk always up to no good
Wild ass, white trash, homegrown hippie
Sippin' pokey brown, choppin' heads off of chickens
Field party bonfire, yeah damn skippy
Got the whole holler with me
If you want it, come get it
Let me lift up that pickup, roll up that thick skunk
Hit the mud pits, we about to get this bitch stuck
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Well... Are ya, punk?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
From the sticks to the bricks, country to the city
I been known to keep it shitty, real homegrown gritty
You can ask Lil Nitty 'cause the Bushes boys did it
Back before it was cool to sip 'shine in the city
Now it's kinda funny cause everybody wit' it
Buncha camouflage crickets who swear they done did it
I'm a hustle, go get it, cop it, go flip it
Die for everything I love, real country livin', get it!
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Go ahead... Make my day
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
We got the good, bad, the ugly
We got Dolly and Patsy
We got Chesney and Willie
We got George, Hank, and Twitty
And if you ain't fine with that we can take it out back
In the words of Johnny Cash, "You can kiss my country ass"
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Well... I just got one question
Are you country enough?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Big ass country boy straight up out the backwood
Keep a gang of kinfolk always up to no good
Wild ass, white trash, homegrown hippie
Sippin' pokey brown, choppin' heads off of chickens
Field party bonfire, yeah damn skippy
Got the whole holler with me
If you want it, come get it
Let me lift up that pickup, roll up that thick skunk
Hit the mud pits, we about to get this bitch stuck
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Well... Are ya, punk?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
From the sticks to the bricks, country to the city
I been known to keep it shitty, real homegrown gritty
You can ask Lil Nitty 'cause the Bushes boys did it
Back before it was cool to sip 'shine in the city
Now it's kinda funny cause everybody wit' it
Buncha camouflage crickets who swear they done did it
I'm a hustle, go get it, cop it, go flip it
Die for everything I love, real country livin', get it!
We so country
From my head right down to my toes
We so country
If you ain't from around here then we gotta know
Go ahead... Make my day
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
We got the good, bad, the ugly
We got Dolly and Patsy
We got Chesney and Willie
We got George, Hank, and Twitty
And if you ain't fine with that we can take it out back
In the words of Johnny Cash, "You can kiss my country ass"
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods
King of the sticks
Welcome to the country, baby!
Call me Billy the Kid
Cowboy of the backroads
Shoot from the hip
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
We so C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
So C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Welcome to the country!
Writer: Andrew Kroetsch, Bernard Perry, John Pregler
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave