It's the sound of the gravel on a backroad It's a catfish pulling on a line It's the screen door swinging on the front porch It's the crickets chirping in the night That's the sound of a tractor on a wheat field And a herd of horses running wild It's a hammer pounding nails on an old, red barn door Right on time Yeah, that's the rhythm of a laid-back country state of mind Yeah, kick your feet up if you're down Come on, won't you stay a while? Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na It's the stomp on the metal of the bleachers And the buzz of them overtime lights It's the sound of dropped-down tailgate Parked beside a midnight bonfire And I can hear the preacher read the good word While the Sunday morning church bells chime I can hear the neighbors every time throw a banger On a Friday night Yeah, that's the rhythm of a laid-back country state of mind Yeah, kick your feet up if you're down Come on, won't you stay a while? All you gotta do is feel the beat Get into the groove, just roll with me tonight Yeah, that's the rhythm of a laid-back country state of mind Yeah, that's the rhythm of a laid-back country state of mind Yeah, kick your feet up if you're down Come on, won't you stay a while? All you gotta do is feel the beat Get into the groove, just roll with me tonight Yeah, that's the rhythm of a laid-back country state of mind Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na

Turn your thoughts, away from sadness Don't be mad, be glad you're happy Fear is what, we cannot help We tell ourselves, what really hurts Crazed by attention, in your eyes Surprised to feel, the music thrive Disgusted that, I cannot find The spark within, my State Of Mind Turn your thoughts, away from sadness Don't be mad, be glad you're happy Fear is what, we cannot help We tell ourselves, what really hurts Crazed by attention, in your eyes Surprised to feel, the music thrive Disgusted that, I cannot find The spark within, my State Of Mind Being a rapper Don't mean you, talk faster Don't mean you got, Drops that drop from Where your tears, fall outta It mean you got rhymes that Flow with time, making points Like, crossing double lines On private streets, causing fines Messing with your mind Being a writer Don't mean you, type quicker Don't mean you, use words Outside of your, everyday language It means you put, pen to paper And your thoughts, all come with angles Touching hearts, around the nation Jot that down, you'll thank me later Turn your thoughts, away from sadness Don't be mad, be glad you're happy Fear is what, we cannot help We tell ourselves, what really hurts Crazed by attention, in your eyes Surprised to feel, the music thrive Disgusted that, I cannot find The spark within, my State Of Mind Looking funny, in a headset Just to get rid of the, head jack Wireless, is how we do shit Spend more money and, get way less Cuz nowadays, we reckless Put your money, where your mouth is I've been living, bland for ages Gotta stop, making excuses How the fuck you, gonna be famous Wanna be apart of ASAP But they don't know, I exist yet But I know that I, can change that Comfy Cozy's, gunna drop next It's a lifestyle, wrapped in blankets Check my IG, check my outfits Comfort's all that's on my mindset Turn your thoughts, away from sadness Don't be mad, be glad you're happy Fear is what, we cannot help We tell ourselves, what really hurts Crazed by attention, in your eyes Surprised to feel, the music thrive Disgusted that, I cannot find The spark within, my State Of Mind Going oppositely From apparently, normality But that's a chance, I must take This should be a, piece of cake For me, it's what's at stake Here's proof I'm gunna, be real great My thoughts mosaic, like Monet XXL I'm running real late I have a message to relay

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...

I like Charlie Daniels and I love big John Cash And I think Waylon "Woktosha" Jennings Is a table thumpin' smash Playin' with Marshall Tucker Band Was as good as smokin' grass But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard, and George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them Rockin' rollin' Stones Everything the Eagles do And I'm in love with Linda Rondstat Anybody that don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I ain't sayin' that he was The first or the last But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass