Anthem of an Outlaw - Apalachee Don, Big Chuk

Can’t get butter from a duck, blood from a turnip green

Ain’t nothin' changed, country like a butter bean

A-a-appalachee bred, hound dog king

Pops taught me get it and by get it he meant any means

But God rest his soul, I got to keep it movin'

I stay above the mud hole so I can keep from losin'

Got a knack for catchin' blue gills, a thing for cookin' bugs we stew

If it ain’t got some snappin' turtles that just ain’t gon' get it dude

Country in the fall time, that means we gon' ball time

Truck bed loaded down with country folks at all times

Chains firin' up the pit, he just killed a big buck

Plus my boy 'Tucky just dropped a couple nice ducks

Gotta love the country side, thoroughbred with country pride

I’m all about these Georgia woods mixed with some southern rhymes

Outlaw music man, heavy with a farmer’s tan

Midnight rider something like the Allman Brother’s Band

You can find me, in the country

Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar

Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight

Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right

It’s all about drummin' up a good time

Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine

Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time

And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right

See I was raised on that side of town where people seldom go

Had no room for them legals and that pride gotta role

Where huntin' ain’t a sport man, they do it just for meat

And brown liquor done took it’s toll on my family tree

Hard times and heartaches done swept through the land

But I don’t curse my misfortunes 'cause it made me a man

Made me open up my eyes, realize some real lies

That they tellin' real lies but they make you feel right

Yeah I’m chewin' on a twig, fishin' and takin' swigs

Puffin' indo with my kinfolks, loosen a Mason lid

People may be simplistic but they keep it realistic

Can’t tell you nothin' bout physics but they know just how to kick it

And we don’t go to town much less there’s something that we need

City folks 'bout that money and the ate up with that greed

They’ll smile in your face, then stab you in the back

If you lookin' for Big Chuk boy you know just where I’m at

You can find me, in the country

Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar

Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight

Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right

It’s all about drummin' up a good time

Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine

Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time

And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right

You can find me, in the country

Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar

Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight

Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right

It’s all about drummin' up a good time

Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine

Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time

And by the mornin' it’s gon' be all right