Mississippi Blues

[Chorus] My first rifle was a .243 (Winston Parvick, put the gun down and come to the door) That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me I still fly that Southern Flag Whistlin' Dixie ridin' up to Bragg And I know all the words to Simple Man I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand [Verse 1: Branddo] [?] I'm livin' when I'm chillin' with the folk Chewin' the fat, blowin' the smoke Back porch chillin' watch them horseshoes throw Marinatin' the hills, yeah Tennessee soak Mountain folk in the east let me get one star Highlanders in the middle let me get two stars No lights in the west let me get three stars And for the Mississippi River let me get a blue bar Over 30,000 dead in the Mexican War Let us bow our head give 'em respect That's my flag boy, every [?] [?] Tennesseee ain't got no meanin' but I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand And you better believe that I guessed that When you hear that *gun cock* don't tresspass And I don't really give a damn what you gotta say Got muddy water in my veins Been this way since day one Let them tell that that boy done changed Well okay, okey doke, I ain't got time for your do-si-do Rodeo, hokey poke, put two middle fingers in and close the door I got a 4x4, crank it up then hit the road I'm gone headed back to the cut I don't give a damn if you judge my book motherfucker I know that I'm country but I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand So call it whatever you want to call it But I promise you can never say that I don't kill it partner [Chorus] I still fly that Southern Flag Whistlin' Dixie ridin' up to Bragg And I know all the words to Simple Man I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand [Verse 2: Upchurch] If my grandpa was here he'd prolly trip off of my self success Or give me major hell because of the new tattoos I go and get Still be drinkin' RC Colo smokin' Winston cigarettes Messin' with them game roosters, payin' bills by gamblin' I reflect off his way of life, it made me the man I am tonight I won't go startin' any shit, but boy I finish plenty fights Run these backroads plenty nights, poppin' caps in old stop signs (I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand) Radio cranked to 99, I'm cruisin' doin' 55 Alcohol up on my breath, I'm playin' games with dotted lines Me and dad fought all the time and momma told me go and shine So I picked me up and I brushed me off and I told my spirit don't get lost Promised I would do my best and reach the top by any cost This mainstream ain't a part of me, Dixie runs deep in my blood My music is the man and the man was made that way where I'm from Sleep in the south [?] gun, six 45 bullets like it is Tombstone (I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand) Riders held up like an old outlaw van, then let the chorus say the rest [Chorus] I still fly that Southern Flag Whistlin' Dixie ridin' up to Bragg And I know all the words to Simple Man I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand (It's Shotgun Shane, let's go) [Verse 3: Shotgun Shane] I do this for my people out there workin' 9 to 5 Strugglin' to pay the rent, I'm talkin' openin' sacrifice I respect the trops, men in blue, firefighters too And the ones that took the charge instead of snitchin' on you I bleed red white and blue, I'm the southern old [?] And if you seem to have a problem You're the problem 'cause you're racist I'm just a blue collar redneck and I love my boots (I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand) Flag flyin', Bible totin', stickin' to my roots And all I want to do is make my friends and family proud I've been an outlaw on the run Ain't got no time for settlin' down And Mason Dixon's in my blood That southern flag keep it flyin' high Go to go and get it 'cause life moves fast And if you don't it'll pass you by Got a lot of friends stab me in my back Gotta pick and choose who's fake who's true Better cross those tracks to the other side Got a lot of folks like me and you I was Tennessee raised in an old small town (I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand) But we work for a livin' but we all get down, tell 'em [Chorus] I still fly that Southern Flag Whistlin' Dixie ridin' up to Bragg And I know all the words to Simple Man I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand My first rifle was a .243 (Put the gun down and come to the door) That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me