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that i told you once and it still remains the same
where it stops nobody knows
Never stoppin i suppose, we re the jawga boyz and you better learn the name
Where it stops nobody knows, arm hangin out the window with mud on the door, takin time to write a few lines that rhyme
Sit behind the wheel of a chevy and i sport wide eyes, and now we re crusin around with the pedal to the floor
Hogs died in the moment the world i wanna own it, so you can find out what it s like inside of mine
a real southern cat stayin tough like raw hide
That i told you once and it still remains the same, loud music muddy roads
Still ridin down muddy roads that s what i m bout, where it stops nobody knows
Still ridin down muddy roads that s what i m bout, loud music muddy roads
Loud music muddy roads, loud music muddy roads
Sit behind the wheel of a chevy and i sport wide eyes, but the clay don t lie i love it out here, i m on their broad side knockin folks cross eyed
loud music muddy roads
We re the jawga boyz and you better learn the name, never stoppin i suppose Jawga, that i told you once and it still remains the same
So let me tell you somethin bout the place i was raised up, loud music muddy roads Jawga, where it stops nobody knows
loud music muddy roads
Strollin round in muddy clothes, that i told you once and it still remains the same
Then i ll show you around and show you how i grew up, the question is will it ever stop no one really knows
So let me tell you somethin bout the place i was raised up, loud music muddy roads
strollin round in muddy clothes
Loud music muddy roads, strollin round in muddy clothes
The future s bright now livin in the bright south, then i ll show you around and show you how i grew up
Smokey yes sir, cause in time everybody s gonna wanna take a ride
and the clay been known to ruin a lot of best shirts
You know we re country boys and that we re never gonna change, out of towner s want to hit me
Well it s the good ol boys and we comin from the south, sit behind the wheel of a chevy and i sport wide eyes
and now we re crusin around with the pedal to the floor
Never stoppin i suppose, we re the jawga boyz and you better learn the name
Well it s the good ol boys and we comin from the south, where it stops nobody knows
Strollin round in muddy clothes, so you can find out what it s like inside of mine, i m on their broad side knockin folks cross eyed
well it s the good ol boys and we comin from the south