Creek water baptism,never asked for this out law shit it's a life I was born into,with my Daisy Du I get through,she my Bonnie to my Clyde she my Harley Quinn my June Carter cash,Yeah,I'm her johnny an out law dressed in black breaking long necks with cocaine baby blues locked in the rear view watching po po lights fading in dust under a hazy moon lit glow she my out law Juliet I her out law Romeo,is it lust?or love?to be? or not to be? she the only one I trust,ride or die my daisy due out law chick will never bust
Born in the boonies, that's the genesis
Muddy county ain't no pot of gold Just rusty trucks stories untold Corn mash memories,YEAH! daddy still Running granddad's apple pie up and down this hill Got that sweet leaf to,raido humming Jonny cash's Cocaine blues coming through 808s yeah Need that relief,this out law shit has gotten'out of hand some day the mountain might get me but the law never will
Backwoods Daisy Du ride or die chick
Twisted smoke,yeah,does the trick
No place to go but the back woods cut,were the po po can't go lust or love wind shield fogged up not worried about the clear view,Rollin' up goods sent from above Rodeo dreams, ain't no big city Just dusty roads and a country kitty,Whiskey breath, sweet perfume Under the stars,beneath the moon.Crank up the Skynyrd an waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash to got that Southern Rock an out law music flowing feeling alright Lost in the backwoods, late tonight
She got that fire,burnin'slow Ain't no future,just lust in a square box Chevy or is it love we don't know Just this moment in the cut Two souls connected, that's what's up No apologies,no regrets Just smoke and kisses,Tennessee whiskey mixed with moonshine and Mary Jane
Whiskey spills,baptize the dirt,
Bootleg dreams,tuck 'em under my shirt.
Rebel yell echoes where the bayou bends,
No map no plan,just a road that never ends.
Smoke in the air,ghost of the pine,
She my shotgun rider sippin’ on Apple pie
My rodeo queen,we rollin' it up,Sticky green fingers and a Dixie cup No place to go but the backwoods cut where the po po can't go,Daisy Du sittin' pretty yeah,ridin' in the rough Pistol on the dash flask in the grip,
Southern drawl sharp tongue quick to flip.
She a wildfire blaze through the pines,
Cherry on the blunt smokin' out the skyline.
We ride dirty,no clean getaway,she my alibi when the law comes to play Wheels kickin' gravel, smoke screens rise,Outlaw whispers in Southern skies we rollin' it up Sticky green fingers and a Dixie cup No place to go but the backwoods cut.wherethe po po can't go
Daisy Du sittin' pretty, yeah, ridin' in the rough.
She sweeter than honey drippin’ off the comb,
wild as the whiskey that we call home Cypress shadows where the river flows,Out in the cut where nobody knows Backwoods Daisy du,ride or die chick Twisted smoke,yeah,does the trick No place to go lust or love in the moment we just don't care Daisy Du Rollin' up goods sent from above my back woods ride or die out law out law chick
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