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This is for them junkyard, backwoods boys The Carhartt girls, the real McCoys Homemade shine, Huckleberry wine Them steel-toed boys live free or die If you were raised up somethin' like that You're damn right, we got your back Show me where you at (Get 'em up) Everybody get your hands in the air (Get 'em up) If you roll how we roll around here Got a little green in the glovebox Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop If you want 'em, then don't back down Light it up when the sun goes down And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser Then get 'em up You wanna mess with one, you're gonna get us all When you're down in the ditch with the ones you called We're the old blue jeans and dirty bald caps If you was raised up somethin' like that (Get 'em up) Letras de cancionesEverybody get your hands in the air (Get 'em up) If you roll how we roll around here Got a little green in the glovebox Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop If you want 'em, then don't back down Light it up when the sun goes down And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser Then get 'em up If you were raised up somethin' like that You're damn right, we got your back Show me where you at (Get 'em up) Everybody get your hands in the air (Get 'em up) If you roll how we roll around here Got a little green in the glovebox Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop If you want 'em, then don't back down Light it up when the sun goes down And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser Then get 'em up (Get 'em up, get 'em up) (Get 'em up, get 'em up) (Get 'em up) (Get 'em up) From Letras Mania