I Mow, I Till - Redneck Souljers

I fish, I dip, I flip the script

Mow grass, whoop ass, that’s country shit

Got a microphone in my left hand

Jack in my right and I’m raisin' it

I cuss, I fight I drink a bit

Boots on, hat down, I’ll sip a fifth

If that’s the shit you don’t like

Well tough tits that’s how I live!

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill

I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because

I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires

Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill

I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because

I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires

Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight

I Mow, I till, this homegrown is killin me, I fish, I grill

This country girl is feelin' me, and speakin' of killin' things

I’m about to go second degree and kill the track and eat it up

I’m A blue tick with a pedigree

I’m ridin' through a dirty trail, in daddy’s old green pickup, its a 96

Still splittin' sticks, I run the farm in this truck.

(yeah)

And in the woods C-Hubb will get that buck, I ain’t stuck in a rut

I’m about to make it jump, you can call this thing mud 'cause I’m bouta kick it

up!

Hubb is bringin' chicken and the liquor and the women and it’s lookin like

we’re winnin' so I’m rollin' through the finish line

Got my fishin line by my two mile road hidden in them pines

Till we finally find the bonfire and them country folk

There’s plenty beer and a water hole, so we drinkin' swingin' off the rope

We grillin' up some chicken wings

There’s daisy dukes on them pretty things

Ain’t everybody met yet but we all reppin' Tiller Gang (Yeah)

Picture that, we in the woods, way off the map

And if we finish off the beer, good thing I brought this fifth of Jack

I roll, I ride, just got a brand new tiller bow

I can, survive, a country boy with the 4-wheel drive

And the lake, is live, got the catfish jumpin' out that bitch

Now cast, a line, gotta tell ya how I live just one more time

At the Franklin County small engine, I holler at ole' Joe Owens

Yeah he knows them damn motors, 'bouta get my mower goin'

Like the Tennessee river we flow, plant seed now watch it grow

Turn on the grill and watch it smoke, drink cold beer while chillin' on the boat

(Here we go) One more time, let me see y’all crank them tines

Crack that jack, kick them raps, yeah unwind like a ball of twine!

Now who am I?

Fatt Tarr, got the shine in the jar, shoulda been president

Now go get me my damn guitar

Hell, don’t make me tell you twice

Cause this buzz got me feelin nice

Got the coolers, got the grill

And Bigg Johns bouta get the ice

Yeah, it’s goin down tonight

Big ole' fire let’s get it right, then we’re huntin' in the morning

Yeah we love this southern life, 'cause

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill

I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because

I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires

Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill

I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because

I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires

Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill

I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because

I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires

Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause