Breland - County Line Lyrics

(Ooh, ooh, oh)

Bright red solo cups layin' in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy
Jimmy shootin whiskey, Johnny shootin at the stars, uh
Sweet Home Alabama on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy
'88 Chevy with some rust on it (skrrt)
Who done brought bottle with the dust on it? (Yeah)
Cinderblocks holding up them whips (up them whips)
Uh, BMX bikes with the grips (with the grips)

I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leaving
Yeah, it's a rough crowd but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, oh)
Livin' on the county line

Grandma smokin' cigarettes, she just got out of jail, uh
Grandpa got a girlfriend and he told me not to tell, uh
Preacher on the corner saying we all gon' go to hell
Everybody got their secrets, we don't keep 'em to ourselves
We drink our water from the tap
Blowin' the unemployment check
Don't got no shirt up on our backs
Only a cross around our necks
We don't sugar coat nothin' (no)
We say it with our chests
I bring home the bacon
Let mama do the rest

I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leaving
Yeah, it's a rough crowd but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, oh)
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, oh)
Livin' on the county line

We like thirty from the Kroger and a hour from the mall
Throwin' parties in the summer, throwin' touchdowns in the fall
If we need a little somethin' somethin', we know who to call
We don't gotta see the world, we already seen it all

I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it's a small town, ain't nobody leaving
Yeah, it's a rough crowd but they're my kind of people
We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want all night
Too much, just right
That's us, that's life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, oh)
(Ooh, ooh, oh)

I got county lines, small towny vibes
I got hella cousins from the southern side
I got family ties with some scary guys
I got rowdy friends, but I handle mine
I be outta trouble for the most part
Big heart if you search hard
I be out late every so often
But I'm in the pew when the church starts