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Last of a dyin' breed True son from the South I'm from if you backtalk mama You get busted in the mouth I'm from that rollin' bubble In a clear glass jar Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah I got frog eyes in the pickle jar The whiskey still still smokes like old cars I got a half a pack of cancer sticks left And I just iced down a thirty pack of regrets Yeah, we shootin' polecats and catching channel cats We like a throwback, like an old Johnny Cash track So you can get a map, buy a magnifyin' glass Look 'til your eyes hurt, but you won't find where we're at 'cause We're gettin' dirty down an old dirt road No city limits in sight Yeah, go ahead and get a little sideways Givin' it up tonight Don't care too much for the drama You can leave that shit at home 'Round here, we know how to throw it down So let me tell you where I'm from, I'm from the Letras de cancionesLast of a dyin' breed True son from the South I'm from if you backtalk mama You get busted in the mouth I'm from that rollin' bubble In a clear glass jar Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah I still bowfish and go frog gigging The viddles on my plate are all God-given I roll Mossy Oak and mind my own business Couple tokes of the green got me seein' night vision I'm from the backside of the boondocks Where the honeybees swarm in the treetops Makin' what I need, and it's free, no cost To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh Mama raised me in the church, but I quit goin' Daddy's rebel blood's in me, and it's still flowin' And it will 'til I'm ill and old There's no one that can scold me Until we've been simmer-simmerin' down So, so put the Crown on the rocks and the beer in the chest I've been called a mess, but I know that I'm blessed Because out here is where my head rests You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can't hear me yet, yet Last of a dyin' breed (Dyin' breed) True son from the South (From the South) I'm from if you backtalk mama (Backtalk mama) You get busted in the mouth (In the mouth) I'm from that rollin' bubble (Rollin' bubble) In a clear glass jar (A clear glass jar) Way back in the Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon) Everything is a little too far, yeah From Letras Mania