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Correct Shoot The Moon Lyrics
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[Chorus: BB Swing] Just sittin' around that campfire More moonshine than a dump truck Some southern boys with them southern toys We shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Got no time and no mud ducks Just tall grass and a pickup truck 'Cause southern boys, we kick up dust And shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Yeah [Verse 1: Upchurch] Tailgates droppin' like panties at the sundown Taillights circle in the middle of a cornfield Underage drinkin', get stupid off of old Crown Everybody, shut up, you ain't hearin' no sound Click clack bang sittin' in my back glass Boots hit the mud even if I see a blue flash Cops ain't catchin' me, I'ma swim across a river Water so damn dark, can't even see my finger Soaking wet barefoot in the woods with the critters Walk twenty miles home empty bottle of some liquor Call my little brother just to get home a little quicker City cops kinda slick but bubba I'm slicker My accent thicker, Chevy with some Kickers And if you a redneck then you probably got my stickers Had a dream of rappin' back in 2006 Now I'm reppin' sick shit about these good old sticks [Chorus: BB Swing] Just sittin' around that campfire More moonshine than a dump truck Some southern boys with them southern toys We shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Got no time and no mud ducks Just tall grass and a pickup truck 'Cause southern boys, we kick up dust And shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Yeah [Verse 2: Upchurch] Six gun shit like I'm John Wayne Like Hank Hill with propane, I done lit the flame Everybody does it just not the same Hip hop comin' straight up outta Dixieland Moonshine sippin', guitar pickin' Mud in the wheels, slippin' transmission Ain't got much but I treat it like gold Got change in the jar and the Jack ice cold Got gas in the tank, got guns in the safe My house kinda lookin' like a military base Cattle gate straight shut with a big ass padlock No trespassin', got it posted on my mailbox Big field, big truck, tall grass, big buck Pop a cap up in his chest, dude we fittin' to grill him up? Country folks gettin' down, reppin' our small town Sittin' on a tailgate, passin' round hot brown [Chorus: BB Swing] Just sittin' around that campfire More moonshine than a dump truck Some southern boys with them southern toys We shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Got no time and no mud ducks Just tall grass and a pickup truck 'Cause southern boys, we kick up dust And shoot the moon 'til the sun's up Yeah
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