Letra de Who Don't
Who don't
Carry a hacksaw in the back, y'all, for a buck that you didn't kill?
Gotchu a pack of reds, daddy long legs curled up in the windowsill
Carry a hacksaw in the back, y'all, for a buck that you didn't kill?
Gotchu a pack of reds, daddy long legs curled up in the windowsill
Drink you a tall Bud, 'cause your boss sucks, fuck waitin' to get home
Keep you a .38 for the canebrake, just in case
And who don't
Come from a line of fishin' and huntin'?
Roots runnin' so deep that you couldn't fake it
Put you alone in the swamp with no map and no phone
And I bet that you wouldn't make it
Don't make a face, ain't nothin' to chase
When you're shootin' the shine, I pour you
If you ain't from the cut, then go wait in the truck, motherfucker
'Cause this one ain't for you
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Oh, who's got the black eye from the redneck ex?
Horseflies on your bluetick
In the sticks out there where FedEx won't go
Who's got the Grandpa in the Dupont hat?
Grandma with the bouffant that could not
Give a shit about who don't
Keep 'em some green peas in the deep freeze
Sittin' next to that ol' truck
Man, if you know about what I'm talkin' 'bout, hillbilly, listen up
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Whoo
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't?
Who don't
Work in the hot sun?
Who don't
Back down from a fight?
Who don't
Carry a shotgun?
Who don't
Carry a knife?
Who don't
Give a damn about the city?
Who don't
Wanna leave what they live?
Who don't?
People in town keepin' the hicks down
Hell nah, I'm fuckin' with who don't
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Keep you a .38 for the canebrake, just in case
And who don't
Come from a line of fishin' and huntin'?
Roots runnin' so deep that you couldn't fake it
Put you alone in the swamp with no map and no phone
And I bet that you wouldn't make it
Don't make a face, ain't nothin' to chase
When you're shootin' the shine, I pour you
If you ain't from the cut, then go wait in the truck, motherfucker
'Cause this one ain't for you
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Oh, who's got the black eye from the redneck ex?
Horseflies on your bluetick
In the sticks out there where FedEx won't go
Who's got the Grandpa in the Dupont hat?
Grandma with the bouffant that could not
Give a shit about who don't
Keep 'em some green peas in the deep freeze
Sittin' next to that ol' truck
Man, if you know about what I'm talkin' 'bout, hillbilly, listen up
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Whoo
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't?
Who don't
Work in the hot sun?
Who don't
Back down from a fight?
Who don't
Carry a shotgun?
Who don't
Carry a knife?
Who don't
Give a damn about the city?
Who don't
Wanna leave what they live?
Who don't?
People in town keepin' the hicks down
Hell nah, I'm fuckin' with who don't
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
