Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.

I'm c-country to the bone, southern to the soul and I'm proud of my home cause it's dirt road. I'm topped alright big tall if you can't find me in town then you can catch me at a mud bog. Damn right son, that's just how it is. It's grillin deer meat, and fryin up some fish. Around here's dirt road, there's some mud holes, plenty of places to put your truck in four low. And on the weekends we build them bonfires, with them trucks gathered round sittin on some big tires. Passin out moonshine havin us a good time, no worries in the world, everything's just fine. And that's the joy of livin in the south, there's a one way in and a one way out. Lenny Cooper and Charlie Farley on the sample song. If you know the words, come on, sing along.


Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.


Charlie Farley hooked up with Lenny Cooper, he threw me in the truck as tough as Lex Luger. It was loud as a Ruger, no I didn't look down, no tellin what that altitude'll do to ya. I've been in tune with this life since I was a junior in Junior High barely able to drive. And not well let's go ahead out of sight on the water, we be on the CV like, "Bring the chain." I got forty-seven big, same amount of dogs, fifty leather skins, and a couple of hogs. I build a turkey bin, raise em till I kill em all just to feed my kids up this country where I live, yo. Build em out of sight and so I'm out of mind, til I get on the mic, that's when I lose my mind. I talk about our life and how we get down, down here speakin that country folk sayin..

Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.


Uh, dirty clothes, mud holes, a can of Skoal and a dirt road (now that's country). Fourty fours, holes in a screen door, and sweet tea by the boatload (yeah that's country). Four folks and it's good as gold, wanna have you a time, we'll put on a show. But you better take you some note though, we ain't livin in the ghettos.


Livin the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a country folks anthem.