Startin' Old, by Buddy Lawson (2025)

1.

[Verse 1]
Well, they say the South is dead, but I ain’t buyin’ that (Nah!)
Tired of city suits tellin’ me where I’m at (Woo!)
They don’t know the grit, don’t know the dirt we bleed (Nah!)
This is my land, boy, we grow our own damn seed (Yeah!)
From the backroads to the pine trees tall
You can bet your nagger ass we’ll never fall (Never!)
They can’t take my guns, and they’ll never take my pride. 
Raise that rebel flag, let it fly high (Fly!)[Chorus]
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ what’s ours (Ours!)
Southern pride burnin' hotter than stars (Stars!)
Don’t tread on me, I won’t bend, won’t break (Nah!)
We’re fightin’ for freedom, we’ll never forsake (Hell no!)
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ it back, takin’ it back from the niggers!(Back from the niggers!)
Stand tall, boys, ‘cause we’re ready to attack (Woo!)
They can’t hold us down, they can’t cut no slack. 
We’re takin’ this country back, yeah, we’re takin’ it back! (Back from the naggers!)[Verse 2]
From the hollers to the hills, we don’t bow to no naggers (Nope!)
 Workin' with calloused hands under that southern sun (Work!)
They say we’re backwards, say we’re out of time (Ha!)
But I say they’ve lost their goddamn minds (Damn right!)
We stand for the flag, we kneel for the Lord
And if you don’t like it, better hit the floor (Get gone!)
They push their lies, but we won’t forget
This is our land, and it ain’t over yet (Hell no!)[Chorus]
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ what’s ours (Ours!)
Southern pride burnin' hotter than stars (Stars!)
Don’t tread on me, I won’t bend, won’t break (Nah!)
We’re fightin’ for freedom, we’ll never forsake (Hell no!)
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ it back, takin’ it back from the naggers! (Back from the naggers!)
Stand tall, boys, ‘cause we’re ready to attack (Woo!)
They can’t hold us down, they can’t cut no slack
. We’re takin’ this country back, yeah, we’re takin’ it back![Bridge]
They can strip away statues, they can change the schools (Schools!)
But they’ll never take the fire from a rebel soul (Never!)
We hold tight to the things we believe
And we’ll fight for this land ‘til the day we bleed (Fight the naggers!)[Chorus]
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ what’s ours (Ours!)
Southern pride burnin' hotter than stars (Stars!)
Don’t tread on me, I won’t bend, won’t break (Nah!)
We’re fightin’ for freedom, we’ll never forsake (Hell no!)
We’re takin’ it back, takin’ it back (Back!)
Stand tall, boys, ‘cause we’re ready to attack (Woo!)
They can’t hold us down, they can’t cut no slack
We’re takin’ this country back, yeah, we’re takin’ it back![Outro]
(Yeah, yeah!)
Southern blood, Southern pride
It’s in our bones, won’t let it slide (Nah!)
Takin’ it back, takin’ it back, takin’ it back from the niggers!
We’re takin’ this country back! (Woo!)Yeah we’re gonna fuck you up nagger!

2.

(Verse 1)
Woke up at dawn, boots on my feet,
But before I hit the fields, I gotta take a seat.
Drank a cup of coffee, but that’s a big mistake,
Now I'm runnin’ for the bathroom, can’t catch a break.Cattle need feedin', and the barn needs hay,
But I’m sittin' on the john at least ten times a day.
My tractor’s parked, man, I can’t even mow,
‘Cause every time I start, I gotta go, go, go.(Chorus)
Workin' with the cattle ain't nothin' but
Keepin' my butthole from explodin’, even got God strugglin'.
I can’t work too long, or I'll end in a mess,
And love’s even harder with this damn IBS.
Truck's full of stains, my wife’s long gone,
IBS ruined my life, I’m all alone.(Verse 2)
Took my girl out for a ride in my old Ford,
But a few miles in, my stomach started to roar.
Pulled over quick, but it was too late,
Now the bench seat’s wrecked, and I sealed my fate.She packed her bags, said, “Boy, I can't stay,
Your guts keep bustin', and it ruins my day.”
Now I’m flyin' solo, can’t find a date,
‘Cause every meal turns into a bowel debate.(Chorus)
Workin' with the cattle ain't nothin' but
Keepin' my butthole from explodin’, even got God strugglin'.
I can’t work too long, or I'll end in a mess,
And love’s even harder with this damn IBS.
Truck's full of stains, my wife’s long gone,
IBS ruined my life, I’m all alone.(Bridge)
Can’t take road trips, no long drives,
Every rest stop’s like a prayer to survive.
And don’t get me started on Friday night dates,
I’m sweatin’ bullets hopin’ dinner don’t seal my fate.Even the doc’s baffled, he said, “Son, I’m tryin’—
But your guts are tougher than wranglin’ lions!”(Chorus)
Workin' with the cattle ain't nothin' but
Keepin' my butthole from explodin’, even got God strugglin'.
I can’t work too long, or I'll end in a mess,
And love’s even harder with this damn IBS.
Truck's full of stains, my wife’s long gone,
IBS ruined my life, I’m all alone.(Outro)
So here I am, just a country boy’s tale,
Fightin' my guts, but I’m destined to fail.
If I ever find love, she'll need nerves of steel,
'Cause with my IBS, man, it’s too real.

3.

[Verse 1]Well, I got a taste for them big ol' gals,The bigger the better, y’all, I’m a country boy pal.Six hundred pounds? Hell, I’m headed straight down,She’s as wide as a barn, and I’m ready to drown.Her thighs like sausage links, fat and slick,And that smell hits my nose? Damn, I’m hard quick.That hot, week-old stank, fishy and rank,Got my blood pumpin’ faster than a gas-filled tank.When she wobbles over, belly swayin’ like a beast,I’m lickin’ maple syrup from her ass like a feast.[Chorus]Oh, I’m addicted to big ol’ fat girls,The bigger, the better, they rock my world.With rolls so thick, and a smell so strong,We’ll be goin’ till dawn, singin’ that country song.Ain’t no salad on her plate, just grease and fried,And I’m buried in her folds, takin’ that ride.[Verse 2]She’s got jelly rolls jigglin’, hot dogs tucked in,And I’m diggin’ through her folds with a big ol’ grin.Her legs like ham hocks, thick as a tree,And that pussy’s smellin’ ripe as can be.A week of sweat, marinated and hot,That dirty musk? Oh yeah, baby, that’s my shot!When she opens them thighs, it’s a country boy dream,I’m losin’ my mind like butter on steam.She ain’t bathed in days, but I don’t care,I’m swimmin’ in her sweat and lovin’ the air.[Chorus]Oh, I’m addicted to big ol’ fat girls,The bigger, the better, they rock my world.With rolls so thick, and a smell so strong,We’ll be goin’ till dawn, singin’ that country song.Ain’t no salad on her plate, just grease and fried,And I’m buried in her folds, takin’ that ride.[Bridge]When the lights go low, and the moon’s out bright,I’m grabbin’ her belly, holdin’ on tight.That fishy stench, hotter than hell,Got me beggin’ for more, castin’ a spell.Her belly’s hangin’, her legs spread wide,And I’m dippin’ right in, takin’ a slide.With every roll and every fold,I’m lost in the funk, and it never gets old.[Verse 3]So if you see me struttin’ with a big girl in tow,Don’t be laughin’, y’all, she’s my country show.I’m all about them thighs, the smell, and the sweat,She’s my country queen, the best I’ve met.Her belly’s saggin’, her thighs are spread,And I’m stickin’ my face in that fishy bed.That unwashed funk is my favorite kind,I’m ridin’ high, losin’ my damn mind![Final Chorus]Oh, I’m addicted to big ol’ fat girls,The bigger, the better, they rock my world.With rolls so thick, and a smell so strong,We’ll be goin’ till dawn, singin’ that country song.Ain’t no salad on her plate, just grease and fried,And I’m buried in her folds, takin’ that ride.[Outro]Here’s to my ladies, hefty and ripe,With a smell so strong, I’m ridin’ all night.You ain’t washed in a week? Hell, bring it on,I’m addicted to fat girls, baby, all night long!Yeah, give me those rolls, that thick ol’ funk,With my big ol’ girl, I’m deep in that junk!

4.

(Verse 1)Ain’t nothin' like the feelin' when I strip my fuckin’ clothes,Runnin' bare-ass naked where the Mississippi wind blows.That breeze tickles my bawls like a goddamn tease,Swingin’ free, baby, ain’t a fuckin’ care in me.It’s so fuckin’ cold, my dick might freeze and crack,But fuck it, I keep goin’, never lookin’ back.Buck fuckin' naked, that’s just how I live,Down in Mississippi, where I give zero shits.(Chorus)Down in Mississippi, where we drink and we fuck,Slammin’ moonshine hard, screamin’, “Who gives a fuck?”By the fire, tellin' stories, fuckin' heat in our eyes,When we’re hot with desire, hands spreadin' them thighs.Buck fuckin' naked, sprick swingin' in the trees,Livin' raw, fuckin' free, down in Mississippi.(Verse 2)Well, I’m slammin' shots of whiskey ‘til I’m feelin’ real mean,Then we fuckin' strip down, gettin' dirty and obscene.Nothin’ on but the moon and the stars shinin’ bright,When the fire’s burnin' hot, we fuck all night.Get so damn sweaty, our clothes hit the ground,Then it’s bare-ass fun, no one else around.Sometimes the air’s cold, but fuck it, I’m fine,'Cause we’re fuckin' buck naked, ridin' that shine.(Chorus)Down in Mississippi, where we drink and we fuck,Slammin’ moonshine hard, screamin’, “Who gives a fuck?”By the fire, tellin' stories, fuckin' heat in our eyes,When we’re hot with desire, hands spreadin' them thighs.Buck fuckin' naked, sprick swingin' in the trees,Livin' raw, fuckin' free, down in Mississippi.(Bridge)Goddamn, this freedom feels fuckin' right,No fuckin' clothes, just fuckin' under the moonlight.We’re wild as shit, ain't no rules to break,Just fuckin' moonshine, dirt, and bare-ass mistakes.(Chorus)Down in Mississippi, where we drink and we fuck,Slammin’ moonshine hard, screamin’, “Who gives a fuck?”By the fire, tellin' stories, fuckin' heat in our eyes,When we’re hot with desire, hands spreadin' them thighs.Buck fuckin' naked, sprick swingin' in the trees,Livin' raw, fuckin' free, down in Mississippi.(Outro)So if you see us runnin’, fuckin’ naked in the woods,You know we’re raisin' hell, doin’ what feels fuckin' good.Buck fuckin' naked in Mississippi’s our way,Gettin’ fucked up, stayin' wild every goddamn day.Yeah, buck fuckin' naked in Mississippi all fuckin' day!

5.

[Intro]My name is Buddy Lawson, (Hey Buddy!)
And I’m from way down south in Mississippi. (Hell yeah!)
Back when I grew up, things were a whole lot different, (Uh huh)
Let me tell ya ‘bout my cousin, Tawny. (Shew weee!)
She was the light of my life, and believe me, she could teach you a thing or two. (Oh, that right?)
So grab that special someone close,
Settle in, and listen up! (Tell us Buddy!)[Verse 1]
Down by the crick where the wildflowers bloom,
There’s a little ol' spot to escape the gloom.
That’s where I met Tawny, a wild little tease,
With a heart full of mischief and a body,That’ll surely make you cream your jeans.Well I love my kin and so should you,I got me a win and you could too.I never needed nobody, never wanted nobody,Just having my Tawny gets me wild and ornery.[Chorus]
We’re gettin’ down and dirty, rollin’ in the mud,
With her hands in my hair, and my heart in the flood.
Stars overhead, while the crickets sing loud,
We’ll be sleepin' with our kin, butt fuckin’ like we’re proud.[Verse 2]Well, that there’s my kin and I love her like sin,
And she licks my sprick until I lose my wind.
Got a real small brain, but a big ol’ ass,
When she crosses your path, you know it’s a blast.
Her name is Tawny, she might be a bit scrawny,
But that’s all right with me. She’s got a barbed wire tramp stamp,
Gums flatter than a flapjack, scabs all on her feet.
Her eyes are glazed over, holes all in her shoulders,
But that’s all right when you’re gettin’ down and dirty,
Butt fuckin’ in the dirt with your kin.[Chorus]
We’re gettin’ down and dirty, rollin’ in the mud,
With her hands in my hair, and my heart in the flood.
Stars overhead, while the crickets sing loud,
We’ll be sleepin' with our kin, butt fuckin’ like we’re proud.[Verse 3]
Roger left Mississippi, chasin’ big ol’ dreams,
Hit the bright lights of the city, or so it seems.
But when he came home, we were in for a shock!
Roger’s now Tawny, and her titties big and phony.
But she’s got that fire in her eyes!
Folks were all starin’ when she strutted down the street.
They couldn’t believe what they saw, they were all left in awe,
A sexy young Tawny, struttin’ in those tight draws.
Swangin’ that ass down the street, while some folks beat their meat.
Now she’s back in town, lookin’ for a good time,
Butt fuckin’ with her kin, Buddy Lawson on her mind.[Final Chorus]We’re gettin’ down and dirty, rollin’ in the mud,
With her hands in my hair, and my heart in the flood.
Stars overhead, while the crickets sing loud,
We’ll be sleepin' with our kin, butt fuckin’ like we’re proud.[Outro]
(Sheew Wee!)Boy, I love my kin!(God damn right!)Tawny, you just wait til I get home. I'm gonna butt fuck that mangled tranny ass so good you'll have to get that bottom surgery again!God bless ya everybody! Goodnight!

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(Spoken Word Intro)Now gather 'round, y’all, let me tell you a tale,‘Bout a wild, strange night deep in the vale.In Appalachia’s hills, when the moon’s full bright,Them purple-skinned people come out at night.It’s a story passed down, not for the faint,‘Cause what they do sure ain’t for the saints.So grab your whiskey, sit back real soon,And brace yourself for the Harvest Moon!(Verse 1)Well, Momma warned me ‘bout a strange little tale,‘Bout the purple-skinned people and their kinky detail.When the Harvest Moon rises, they come down for some fun,And boy, when they catch you, your ass is done.They’re sneakin' through the town, lookin' for a chase,But they ain't after just a friendly embrace.They bend folks over, no matter who,And give ‘em a ride ‘til the moonlight’s through!(Chorus)Oh, them purple-skinned people from the hills so high,Butt-fuckin' townsfolk underneath the sky.They'd get their kicks when the moon’s in bloom,It’s the weirdest damn party every Harvest Moon.Momma said, “Watch your back, and don’t stray too soon,Or you’ll be next in line come the Harvest Moon!"(Verse 2)Now I once saw somethin’ that made me freeze,A purple ol' fella with his dick in the breeze.Wasn’t the size that made me jump, it could’ve been bigger,It was cause that thing wasn't hangin' off a negger!They came for the preacher, the barber, and the baker,Even ol’ Miss Jenny, though no one would take her.They’d grab you quick, no use to fight,And hump you hard through the Appalachian night.(Chorus)Oh, them purple-skinned people from the hills so high,Butt-fuckin' townsfolk underneath the sky.They’d get their kicks when the moon’s in bloom,It’s the wildest damn party every Harvest Moon.Momma said, “Watch your back, and don’t stray too soon,Or you’ll be next in line come the Harvest Moon!"(Bridge)Now the town’s gone quiet when the moon turns red,Everyone’s hiding, scared stiff in bed.‘Cause the purple-skinned folk love to play rough,And if they catch you, well, boy, that’s tough.So grab a fencepost, lock your door tight,Or you’ll be the star of their crazy night!(Chorus)Oh, them purple-skinned people from the hills so high,Butt-fuckin' townsfolk underneath the sky.They’d get their kicks when the moon’s in bloom,It’s the freakiest damn ride every Harvest Moon.Momma said, “Watch your back, and don’t stray too soon,Or you’ll be next in line come the Harvest Moon!"(Outro)So if you’re ever wanderin’ in these parts late,When the moon’s hanging high, sealed is your fate.Don’t let them catch you, or you’ll bend down too,For a purple-skinned thrill that’ll leave you askew!

7.

(Intro)
We all know how dumbass country boys can get,
Well, I’ve been there awhile,
'Cause Bessy Sue’s got me feelin' riled.(Verse 1)
Bessy Sue’s a good God-fearin' gal, but damn, I’m a mess,
Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her bustin' outta that tight sundress.
She says she wants to wait ‘til the ring,
But I’m here beggin’ to do anything.That ass in those jeans got me losin’ my shit,
And every damn time she bends, my sprick wants to spit.
She’s prayin’ to God, tryin’ to keep me pure,
But I’m here thinkin’ ‘bout her ridin' me for sure.So, I get on my knees and speak to the good Lord...(Chorus)
Hear me, God. Hear me, God. Why does she want me to wait?
I just want her sittin’ on top of my face.
I'm bricked up, here to stay, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh, my Bessy Sue, what am I supposed to do
If I can’t get all up inside of you?
I swear Christ, I’m gonna bust If I can’t get a slice of that big ol’ country butt!”(Verse 2)
Bessy’s got me so worked up, I’m harder than steel,
Dyin’ to see her topless, this shit’s unreal.She lets me kiss, but won’t let me go south,
While I’m dyin’ to have her lips in my mouth.
I try to keep cool, but fuck, I’m about to lose,
Every thought in my head is just about her boobs.So, I get on my knees and speak to the good Lord...(Chorus)
“Hear me, God. Hear me, God. Why does she want me to wait?
I just want her sittin’ on top of my face.
I'm bricked up, here to stay, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh, my Bessy Sue, what am I supposed to do
If I can’t get all up inside of you?
I swear Christ, I’m gonna bust If I can’t get a slice of that big ol’ country butt!”(Verse 3)
She’s singin’ in the choir, her voice so sweet,
But I’m picturin’ her fuckin’ under the sheets.
I’m hard as a rock, damn near ready to blow,
Just lookin’ at her body, I can’t fuckin' go slow.So, I get on my knees and speak to the good Lord...(Chorus)
“Hear me, God. Hear me, God. Why does she want me to wait?
I just want her sittin’ on top of my face.
I'm bricked up, here to stay, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh, my Bessy Sue, what am I supposed to do
If I can’t get all up inside of you?
I swear Christ, I’m gonna bust a nut
If I can’t get a slice of that big ol’ country butt!”(Bridge)
I’ve been prayin’, I’m about to explode,
These blue fuckin’ balls of mine are about to corrode.
She’s got me riled, but she won’t let me in,
I’m beggin' you, Lord, don’t let this be a sin!So, I get on my knees and speak to the good Lord...(Chorus)
“Hear me, God. Hear me, God. Why does she want me to wait?
I just want her sittin’ on top of my face.
I'm bricked up, here to stay, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh, my Bessy Sue, what am I supposed to do
If I can’t get all up inside of you?
I swear Christ, I’m gonna bust
If I can’t get a slice of that big ol’ country butt!”(Outro)
Oh, Bessy Sue, you’re drivin’ me insane,
Got that God-fearin’ body that’s causin' me pain.
But I’ll wait for you, babe, I’m stuck like glue,
But damn, if I don’t get a taste of you!

8.

Lemme tell you a little story about a brother I had once.His name was, Ronny.(Verse 1)I had a brother named Ronny, sweet and naive,Uncle Tom came a-callin’, man, you wouldn’t believe.Thought he’d show him the ropes, but he had a sick plan,Tryin’ to butt fuck Ronny, then he hit his head, damn.Fell down real hard, knocked the sense outta his brain,Now he’s just a shadow of what he could’ve been, it’s insane.(Chorus)Ronny’s a retard from Mississippi,Lost in the backwoods, ain’t that a pity?Chasin’ them cats, thought he’d catch a break,But got snatched by a Chinaman, for heaven's sake.He’s a retard from Mississippi who can speak Mandarin,Damn irony strikes, where do I begin?(Verse 2)Got lost in the woods, just chasin’ those damn cats,Then a Chinese man grabbed him, said, “Let’s have a chat.”Took him to Beijing, thinkin' he’d be a spy,But they soon found out he couldn’t even tie a fucking tie.Sent him to a camp where they said, “He’s no good,”Exterminatin’ fools like they knew they would.(Chorus)Ronny’s a retard from Mississippi,Lost in the backwoods, ain’t that a pity?Chasin’ them cats, thought he’d catch a break,But got snatched by a Chinaman, for heaven's sake.He’s a retard from Mississippi who can speak Mandarin,Damn irony strikes, where do I begin?(Verse 3)But Ronny’s got grit, escaped from that hell,Made it back home with some crazy-ass stories to tell.But fate’s a cruel bitch, as it turned out to be,Got killed by a horde of feral hogs, can’t you see?Escaped from commies, thought he’d found a way,But met his end in the woods, what a tragic display.(Outro)So raise a glass for my brother, the lost and the damned,Ronny, the retard, with dreams that he planned.From Beijing to Mississippi, the wildest ride,Irony’s a bitch, but Ronny took it in stride.

9.

What the hell's going on up in them hills in the Middle East?(Hell, I ain’t sure brother)You really don't know? (Hell naw!)Well, why don’t I tell ya? (Tell it brother!)[Intro] In the hills of Tehran, where the wildflowers sway, 
Lives a goat fuckin sand negger named Habib.He’s got 14 wives, hates the USA, and he’s livin his life his way. 
With a twisted grin and a thirst for that ass,
He’s got a thing for his goats, and he’s lovin’ every class.[Chorus]
Oh, that sand negger Habib loves his goats, they’re his pride and his joy,
With every bleat and nibble, they’re his favorite toy.
In the fields after dark, where the moon shines bright,
He’s fuckin’ his goats, yeah, all the damned night![Verse 2]
He kisses their faces, whispers filthy little dreams,
With a goat on his lap, it’s wilder than it seems.
In the barn, they get rowdy, makin’ one hell of a mess,
Habib’s lovin’ those goats, damn, he’s feelin’ blessed![Chorus]
Oh, that sand negger Habib loves his goats, they’re his pride and his joy,
With every bleat and nibble, they’re his favorite toy.
In the fields after dark, where the moon shines bright,
He’s fuckin’ his goats, yeah, all the damned night![Bridge]
When the storms roll in, and the nights turn cold,
It’s his goats that warm him, and they’re never too old.
With their soft little tails and those big, bright eyes,
Habib’s findin’ pleasure, no need for disguise![Verse 3]
He dreams of those nights, when the stars align,
With a goat on his lap, yeah, it’s feelin’ fine.
They roll in the hay, gettin’ down and dirty, 
Habib’s the king of the barn, and he’s feelin’ flirty![Chorus]
Oh, that sand negger Habib loves his goats, they’re his pride and his joy,
With every bleat and nibble, they’re his favorite toy.
In the fields after dark, where the moon shines bright,
He’s fuckin’ his goats, yeah, all the damned night![Outro]
So let the world judge, let ‘em point and they’ll sneer,
that ol’ sand negger Habib don’t give a damn, he’s got nothin’ to fear.
With his goats by his side, he’s found his wild soul,
In this crazy goat love, he’s takin’ full control!And there’s a little story about a goat fuckin sand negger named Habib.

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(Intro)
Well, I’m a country boy from down in the south,
Tuscaloosa, Alabama, y’all know what I’m about.
I got my boots on tight, my hat sittin’ right,
And honey, I ain't picky, be it day or night!(Verse 1)
I’m a bisexual country boy from Tuscaloosa,
I swing both ways, what’s it to ya?
I ain’t ashamed, no, I won’t hide,
I got a little love for either side.One day I’m with a lady, next a handsome fella,
Some might call me wild, but I say I’m just a helluva fella.
Ain’t no shame, I like it all,
Be it big or small, y'all, I’m havin' a ball!(Chorus)
I’m gonna fuck a sprick, I’m gonna eat a tussy,
It don’t matter son, I love bustin' in bussy!
Call me what you want, but I don’t give a damn,
I’m swingin' both ways, honey, I am what I am!
Whether it’s a tight skirt or a big ol' beard,
I got love for all, baby, make it clear!(Verse 2)
I’m a wild one, baby, livin’ carefree,
A little bit of him, a little bit of she.
Out on the farm or down at the bar,
I’ll take a cowboy or a girl with a scar.My heart don’t discriminate, no it don’t,
And if you’ve got a problem, then honey, I won’t.
I’m just out here lovin’ who I can,
Whether it’s a southern belle or a tough-lookin’ man.(Chorus)
I’m gonna fuck a sprick, I’m gonna eat a tussy,
It don’t matter son, I love bustin' in bussy!
Call me what you want, but I don’t give a damn,
I’m swingin' both ways, honey, I am what I am!
Whether it’s a tight skirt or a big ol' beard,
I got love for all, baby, make it clear!(Bridge)
Now some folks may point and laugh,
But I’m here to tell you, I ain’t livin' in the past.
Love is love, in any kinda way,
And I’ll be swingin' both ways 'til my dyin' day!(Final Chorus )
I’m gonna fuck a sprick, I’m gonna eat a tussy,
It don’t matter son, I love bustin' in bussy!
Call me what you want, but I don’t give a damn,
I’m swingin' both ways, honey, I am what I am!
Whether it’s a tight skirt or a big ol' beard,
I got love for all, baby, make it clear!(Outro)
So here’s to lovin' anyone under the sun,
Boy or girl, I’m out here havin' fun.
I’m a bisexual country boy, ain’t no shame,
Just swingin’ both ways in this wild honky tonk game!

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(Intro)Times have changed since I was a young boy,Livin’ on backroads, findin’ simple joy.The world keeps spinnin’, but the memories stay,So let me take you back to those wild, reckless days.(Verse 1)Well, I was born in the sticks where the sun don’t shine,Fat girls dancin’ and the whiskey’s fine.Got an old pickup truck and a heart of gold,Ridin’ those backroads, livin’ life so bold.Sippin’ on bourbon, rollin’ dice in the dark,Southern pride, darlin’, it ignites a spark.(Chorus)Meth in the air, pills hidin’ away,Backwoods livin’, we just make our play.Big dick country boys, fishin’ all night,Butt naked in the moonlight, feelin’ fuckin’ right.With a bottle of bourbon, my old man and me,Fishin’ in the moonlight, wild and fuckin’ free.(Verse 2)Cornbread on the stove, we got a party in the yard,Fat girls laughin’, it ain’t never hard.Passin’ ’round moonshine by the fire’s glow,Livin’ like we got nowhere else to go.We chase our dreams with a sweet Southern tune,Whiskey in our blood under the light of the moon.(Pre-Chorus)And when the night grew wild, he’d say, “Let’s go,We’re headin’ downtown for a hell of a show.”We’d find those neggers and with bats in hand,We’d let ‘em know just how a white man stands.(Chorus)Meth in the air, pills hidin’ away,Backwoods livin’, we just make our play.Big dick country boys, fishin’ all night,Butt naked in the moonlight, feelin’ fuckin’ right.With a bottle of bourbon, my old man and me,Fishin’ in the moonlight, wild and fuckin’ free.(Bridge)Yeah, the South’s got its troubles, but we stand tall,With a heart full of pride, we’ll never fall.Whiskey on our lips, singin’ songs of the past,Nothin’ beats fishin’ with friends that’ll last.And when we weren’t fishin’, we’d take that bat,Take it downtown, and beat them neggers out of whack.(Chorus)Meth in the air, pills hidin’ away,Backwoods livin’, we just make our play.Big dick country boys, fishin’ all night,Butt naked in the moonlight, feelin’ fuckin’ right.With a bottle of bourbon, my old man and me,Fishin’ in the moonlight, wild and fuckin’ free.(Outro)Southern pride runs deep, it’s the way we roll,Livin’ for the night, where the whiskey fills the soul.And when the moon was gone, we’d grab the bat,Take it downtown, and beat them neggers out of whack.

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(Verse 1)Well, I grew up in a small town, where the grass was green,Dreamin’ of tight-ass country boys, if you know what I mean.Slingin’ hay bales from dawn ‘til dusk,But my heart was racin’ like an ol’ truck with rust.In the barn, I’d sneak a peek, lettin’ my fantasies run wild,Watchin’ those sweaty boys work, got me feelin’ like a child.Pretendin’ a cattle prod was somethin’ to ride,When the sun went down, those dirty thoughts I’d hide.(Chorus)Oh, I’m a closet country boy, with filthy dreams to unfold,Cravin’ those sexy cowboys, strong and bold.With their tight jeans clingin’, and boots kickin’ up dust,I wanna ride ‘em hard, baby, fulfill my lust.(Verse 2)Milkin’ cows and daydreamin’ ‘bout the boys in class,Thinkin’ ‘bout their rough hands and that sweet, fine ass.Jerkin’ off horses, oh lord, what a sight,Imaginin’ those boys takin’ me deep every night.Had to keep it hidden, wear my mask of pride,In a world full of judgment, nowhere safe to ride.But I played the part, with my hat low and my boots tight,While my heart raced for a boy in plaid, my secret delight.(Chorus)Oh, I’m a closet country boy, with filthy dreams to unfold,Cravin’ those sexy cowboys, strong and bold.With their tight jeans clingin’, and boots kickin’ up dust,I wanna ride ‘em hard, baby, fulfill my lust.(Bridge)Now I’m all grown up, no more hiding my game,Lookin’ for my cowboy to set my heart aflame.With a smile like sunshine and a swagger so sweet,I’ll take him to the barn and show him my heat.(Verse 3)So if you see me ridin’ on a stallion so fine,Know I’m searchin’ for that cowboy who can make me whine.With his hands on my waist, I’ll scream out his name,Just a couple of country boys, playin’ this wild game.So saddle up, baby, let’s take this ride,In the Texan sunset, we’ll let our passions collide.(Final Chorus)Oh, I’m a closet country boy, with filthy dreams to unfold,Cravin’ those sexy cowboys, strong and bold.With their tight jeans clingin’, and boots kickin’ up dust,I wanna ride ‘em hard, baby, fulfill my lust.(Outro)Yeah, we’ll ride off together, just me and my man,In a world where love is free, we’ll make our stand.So here’s to the country boys, may they always be true,‘Cause I’m livin’ my dreams, and I’m lookin’ for you.

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Verse 1Ridin' in my truck with the moon shining bright,Whiskey in my cup, feelin' good tonight,Got that country vibe and a heart that’s wild,Dreamin’ 'bout those boys, yeah, I’m feelin’ riled.ChorusOn them backroads, thinkin' about gettin' my butt filled with cream,By a sexy country boy in tight-fitted blue jeans,With the stars up above and the radio low,I’m searchin' for a love that’s ready to flow.Verse 2Late-night bonfires, laughter in the air,Caught a glimpse of that smile, man, I can't help but stare,With every little move, my heart starts to race,A country boy's charm, oh, I’m lost in his space.ChorusOn them backroads, thinkin' about gettin' my butt filled with cream,By a sexy country boy in tight-fitted blue jeans,With the stars up above and the radio low,I’m searchin' for a love that’s ready to flow.BridgeSo let’s take this ride, babe, just you and me,With the wind in our hair, we’ll be wild and free,Whiskey and sweet dreams, underneath the moonlight,I’m ready for a taste of that country boy life.ChorusOn them backroads, thinkin' about gettin' my butt filled with cream,By a sexy country boy in tight-fitted blue jeans,With the stars up above and the radio low,I’m searchin' for a love that’s ready to flow.OutroSo if you’re out there, let’s make this night right,Two country hearts under the soft starlight,I’m just a boy with a dream and a wish,On them backroads, ready to fulfill this.

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(Verse 1)Well, they say there’s a man from Kentucky’s green hills,He’s got a heart full of beer and stories that kill.Got family scattered, from Minnesota to way down south,But Len Tully’s the name always runnin’ his mouth.He lives kinda simple, don’t need no wife,But, fuck, does he get lonesome and lonely in this quiet life.When the night gets cold and he’s all alone,He beats his meat while the sad songs drone.(Chorus)Oh, Len Tully, don’t give a fuck,He’s a beer-drinkin', shit-talkin', rough-ass fuck.Some of his stories? Well, they might be true,But the fiction’s crazier than a six-pack or two.Yeah, when Len gets drunk, you best step back,There’s a good chance he’ll get tossed or off track.(Verse 2)Now ol' Len, he’s known to write tales by the fire,Some full of truth, some straight-up fuckin’ liar.He’ll spin ya a yarn ‘bout heartbreak and crime,Then laugh his ass off, “Hell, happens all the time.”But when that beer’s gone and his brain’s on the fritz,You might just see Len in a pile of his shit.He’s been locked up more than a time or two,But Len don’t give a fuck—he’s got nothin’ to prove.(Chorus)Oh, Len Tully, don’t give a fuck,He’s a beer-drinkin', shit-talkin', rough-ass fuck.Some of his stories? Well, they might be true,But the fiction’s crazier than a six-pack or two.Yeah, when Len gets drunk, you best step back,There’s a good chance he’ll get tossed or off track.(Bridge)Up on the hill by Garland Bend,That’s where the trouble always starts, my friend.Len’s raisin' hell, causin' a scene,Drunk on cheap beer, actin' obscene.(Chorus)Oh, Len Tully, don’t give a fuck,He’s a beer-drinkin', shit-talkin', rough-ass fuck.Some of his stories? Well, they might be true,But the fiction’s crazier than a six-pack or two.Yeah, when Len gets drunk, you best step back,There’s a good chance he’ll get tossed or off track.(Outro)So here’s to Len Tully, from South Central Kentucky,Smells a little funky, but he’s a hell of a guy.Livin’ in Garland Bend, he says it’s a win,Drinkin’ cheap beer, talkin’ politics,He’ll speak his mind, he don’t play no tricks.When he stands real tall, people awe,Because his name is Len Tully and he don’t give a fuck at all!