Nashville Pussy

Now I'm not a man who likes to get mad
If I do, I don't feel too bad
Comes some situations where you just can't let it be

Like last night I caught my wife fuckin' two of my friends
A smile on her face, a dick in each hand, guilt runnin' down her chin
Well, I slammed the door, grabbed my 44, I lit a cigarette
Waited for a chance to use this thing, pump the best out yet, yeah

Ride on, roll on
Scared me away, I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell

The only thing I regret is orderin' the round
It?s the same old shit, it's just a different town
Now I got nothin' to do with my life but enjoy the race
Smokin' gun across my lap, smile upon my face, yeah

Ride on, roll on
Scared me away, I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell

Ride on, roll on
Scared me away, I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell

I drag it all day long, someone else's song
Go here, go there but it don't do wrong
But then I had enough, oh baby, let me be
Oh, come on, come on
People can't you see that I'm, I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell
I've got a notion for y'all, I love to waist on hell
She sniffs, my hoard, oh baby you can't tell
I'm the king of the well
I'm just piss and crass

Look up and bow down
Kiss my ass
'Cause I'm, I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell

Oh now, baby
Yeah, kill me

I won't start no fight
I try to walk the line but they lie
Cutest kid, straying all the time
So if one for the row and if you don't mind, one more to help me go blind
I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell
Ha, ha, you can put that on my tombstone baby

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Got up this morning
Atlanta had burned down to the ground
Oh yeah

Got my foot through the floor
Tearing up the city all night long, oh yeah
Spent all my money on cheap sensations
Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation

Got up this morning
Atlanta had burned down to the ground
Oh yeah

Well, the bullets are flying
But the chicken is frying all around, amen
And I'm out in my Malibu

I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been
Cruising south 85 to buy some thrills
Gotta get a heaping helping of heaven and hell

Got up this morning
Atlanta had burned down to the ground
Oh yeah

Just when I had enough, can't take no more
Got a new friend knocking at the door
He said the sun's coming up but the party ain't slowing
Here's a little something to get you going

Well, the bullets are flying
But the chicken is frying all around, amen
And I'm out in my Malibu

I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been
Spent all my money on cheap sensations
Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation

Got up this morning
Atlanta had burned down to the ground
Oh yeah

well i come from down
in some dirt-water town
where theres nothin to do
and nothing cool around
spent lonely days
learnin bout life goin wrong
as sung to me
in dead mans song

never been nowhere
aint no where to go
just pray your not around
when i finally explode

'cause sometimes it feels
like everyone arounds out to get me
so leave me alone
'cause im full of hate and whisky

one day my dady said
boy you look like hell
get a restraiing order
against yourself

and my moma asked
what would jesus do
i said he wouldnt give a damn
he'd be just like you

'cause sometimes it feels
like everyone arounds out to get me
so leave me alone
'cause im full of hate and whisky

I'm a lazy white boy
too tired to cook my own grits
lazy white boy
sick, i aint taken no shit yeah

lazy white boy
lazy white boy

babies burning
calling me to reach deep
aint gonna move
no time to lose
this lazy white boy on a mission to prove

hes a a lazy white boy
too tired to cook my own grits
lazy white boy
sick, i aint taken no shit yeah

hes a a lazy white boy
god made me the man
lazy white boy
hell, i bet he wishes he hadn't

lazy white boy

solo

and repeat chorus

Church house, chicken house
School house, outhouse
On U.S. Number Nineteen
Yeah, the people keep the city clean
They go to Nutbush
Nutbush
Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limits

Twenty-five is the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
Go to town on Saturday
Go to church on a Sunday

Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit

No whiskey for sale
Can't find a female
Salt pork and molasses
All you gonna get when in jail

Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit

Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit
Go field on weekday
Go picnic on Labor Day
Go to town on Saturday
Go to church on a Sunday

Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit

Little old town down in Tennessee
A quiet little suburban community
Nothing much happening in Nutbush
You watch the corn grow
You gotta watch out for the police
When you're driving in Nutbush
You gotta watch out for the police
When you're driving in Nutbush
You gotta watch out for the police
When you're driving in Nutbush
Keep an eye for the police
Eye for the police,

Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit
Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit
Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit
Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limit