Origineel
[Intro]
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Upchurch (Upchurch)
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
[Verse 1]
My boots kickin’ bitch yeah you know I’m the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and loud toys
I keep that joint smokin’ like a stack on the Cummins
Truck bed full of country style playboy bunnies
And I stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam
My ass ain’t signed by nobody but Tyler Farr knows who I am
I’m mister redneck crazy, mister your chick with my baby
Mister if you do not like me stare at both my middle fingers
While I’m jammin’ in the studio creatin’ all these bangers
For these truckers, moshers, ravers and people rockin’ them trailers
Flat black with 8 hangers, my style shinin’ like chrome
Signin’ tits in my shows on chicks I don’t know
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
[Verse 2]
Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Comin’ out, loaded, savin’ shit like marines, boy
I’m the fuckin’ bomb drop me on ISIS
Fuck them ragheads boy I got American pride bitch
We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the ‘shine though
My shit so stout I had to rob me a silo
On my dude boy shit and if you don’t what’s bumpin’
Chances are your bitch ass ain’t straight out the country
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
[Verse 3]
I used to ride around this county when nobody knew my name
Used to kick it up in Sonic with a pocket full of change
Used to ride around the ranch that’s where my buddies smokin’ J’s
Four deep in the single cab short wheel base
And I ain’t gonna change and I won’t stop reppin’
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancin’
Small town, big voice, two fingers saying fuck it
If you ain’t about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops don’t care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Vertaling
[Intro]
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Upchurch (Upchurch)
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Laat de Chevy 8 vallen, breng de ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops kan het niet schelen, welkom op het platteland, land, land, land, land
Voeten diep in de modder, teef, welkom in het land
[Verse 1]
My boots kickin’ bitch yeah you know I’m the cowboy
Verslaafd aan dikke grieten, lange jongens, en luid speelgoed
I keep that joint smokin’ like a stack on the Cummins
Truck bed vol met country style playboy bunnies
And I stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam
Mijn kont is door niemand getekend maar Tyler Farr weet wie ik ben
Ik ben meneer redneck crazy, meneer je chick met mijn baby
Meneer, als je me niet leuk vindt, kijk dan naar mijn beide middelvingers
While I’m jammin’ in the studio creatin’ all these bangers
Voor deze truckers, moshers, ravers en mensen die hun trailers rocken
Flat black met 8 hangers, my style shinin’ like chrome
Signin’ tits in my shows on chicks I don’t know
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Laat de Chevy 8 vallen, breng de ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops kan het niet schelen, welkom op het platteland, land, land, land, land
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
[Verse 2]
Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Comin’ out, loaded, savin’ shit like marines, boy
I’m the fuckin’ bomb drop me on ISIS
Fuck die ragheads jongen ik heb Amerikaanse trots bitch
We rollen die dikkerds op, we draaien het deksel op de ‘shine though
My shit so stout I had to rob me a silo
On my dude boy shit and if you don’t what’s bumpin’
De kans is groot dat je bitch ass niet recht uit het land komt
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
[Verse 3]
Ik reed door dit land toen niemand mijn naam kende
Ik ging naar Sonic met een zak vol kleingeld
Ik reed rond op de ranch waar m’n vrienden J’s rookten.
Vier diep in de enkele cabine met korte wielbasis
And I ain’t gonna change and I won’t stop reppin’
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancin’
Kleine stad, grote stem, twee vingers die zeggen fuck it
If you ain’t about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch
[Chorus]
Rebel flag’s flyin’, four wheel drive
Back road ridin’, bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don’t work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Laat de Chevy 8 vallen, breng de ‘shine on that
Cheatham cops kan het niet schelen, welkom op het platteland, land, land, land, land
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country