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(Country) Yeah this your boy Smo (Outlaw) Tennessee's number one country boy (Alpha) That back boy and hustler from mid Ten Yeah I'm a full time father and a stand up brother Always been a problem and you can ask my mother 'Cause I came up on Hank and Cash, Beastie Boys came after that DMC and WA but Skynyrd always takes me back To the dirt roads and river banks, handed down, still giving things Home brew, old school, Chevy trucks down by the lake, now Growing up and going hard, gambling with 16 bars I know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, don't make me put your [?] It's too far to turn around, no point in going back I'm laced up and knee deep like I'm puddling water on this track Big John, Hick Ross, state to state, country boss Dirty south hustler getting [?] 'Cause I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood Country boy coming through, 300, 6 foot 2 Kicking mud, driving fast, I'm never last I thought you knew Southern swag in my blood, moonshine in my sweat and tears Scars [?] all across my heart from doing this for too many years Letras de cancionesGot a [?] my pocket, on the other side is my '45 so... Don't make me cock it, I'll make this mud pit come alive I'm riding home with these dirty hands, scuffed up boots and dirty pants K5 on 35s, rolling like I don't give a damn Give a hand to my kinfolk and let 'em know that it's ride or die Face to face my enemies, they get it with me right outside the backyard Parking lot, honky tonk or after spot Hustle up your best herd, ten to one you ain't got a shot 'Cause I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood Yeah I'm that country boy With the backwood flow Living off the land By the dirt road code I be in the mud Where my kinfolk go Drop them tailgates Then pile it up, let's roll 'Cause I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood You know that I'm a country outlaw Hustler, from the backwood From Letras Mania