Old Number Seven (Explicit)-Tom MacDonald

歌手 : Tom MacDonald
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:27

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TXT Old Number Seven (Explicit)-Tom MacDonald 文本歌词

Old Number Seven (Explicit) - Tom MacDonald
Composed by:Tom MacDonald
No freedom no freedom
Just **** with a country boy now
I'm just out here with my kinfolk ya feel me
Take the kid out the country country country
You can't take the country out the kid
Yeah
I been on them dirt roads yeah
I been swervin' on that gravel yeah
I been on that number seven ya feel me yeah
Aye aye aye
We been on the block drinkin' tennessee whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
I grew up in a small town
Camouflage and bloodhounds
Cheap beer and pickups and dirt bikes and shotguns
Moved out of the prairies left my heart
Out on them back roads true
Hooked up with some bikers went to hell
And back with those angels
And then I made it alberta
Lost too many friends of mine to overdose and murder
Ended up in letters left the rest of it behind
I don't got time to get arrested
All my homies doing time
Wear your heart out on your sleeve again
And my whole team is heart attackin'
Cut that **** right off your arm and
Let you keep your leather jacket
We been on some ride or die or
Don't and live forever ****
And everyone has made the choice
To pass away eventually
We been on the block drinkin'
Tennessee whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks
Till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and
Whistling country tunes like
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart that's true
Country folk and the fact
That some city kids rep the tar
Lookin' like some 'bout lives
We don't give no ****s about lives
Workin' on our art skills anytime the guns drawn
We shoot your a*s then leave you in the
Creek you a swamp monster
Merk you and leave you in the water
Call that murky waters
Neighbor wasn't psychic she could
Never read my palms
'Cause the world was in my hands since
We met when I was young
Where I'm from you just run inside every
Time the trucks came
City kids should fall back like summer
Camp playing trust games ah
You a lion by yourself
You got no pride no pride
Toss you off a cliff you
Do a nose dive in low tide
My country boys will take you the
Woods and you won't walk away
My gang is full of mike tysons
And everyday is boxing day
Made it to the city with my
Nose ring and my money
Agri in my heart still and
Whiskey in my luggage
Super rugged like a trucker
I got wild meat in my stomach
I cut my teeth on gangster ****
I been bitin' the bullet *****
We been on the block drinkin' tennessee whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks
Till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and
Whistling country tunes like
Like like like like
Aye
A-aye aye uh
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart that's true
Country folk and the fact that
Some city kids rep the tar