A Little Too Far
    (专辑: Hard Pills And Heartbreak - 2021)
    
    Last of a 
dying breed  True son from the 
South  I'm from if you backtalk mama  You get busted in the 
mouth  I'm from that rolling bubble  In a 
clear glass jar  Way back in the 
Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon)  Everything is a 
little too far, yeah   I 
got frog eyes in the 
pickle jar  The 
whiskey still still smokes like old cars  I 
got a 
half a 
pack of cancer sticks left  And I 
just iced down a 
thirty pack of regrets  Yeah, we shooting polecats and catching channel cats  We like a 
throwback, like an old Johnny Cash track  So you can get a 
map, buy a 
magnifying glass  Look 'til your eyes hurt, but you won't find where we're at 'cause  We're getting dirty down an old dirt road  No city limits in sight  Yeah, go ahead and get a 
little sideways  Giving it up tonight  Don't care too much for the 
drama  You can leave that shit at home  'Round here, we know how to throw it down  So let me tell you where I'm from, I'm from the 
  Last of a 
dying breed  True son from the 
South  I'm from if you backtalk mama  You get busted in the 
mouth  I'm from that rolling bubble  In a 
clear glass jar  Way back in the 
Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon)  Everything is a 
little too far, yeah   I 
still bowfish and go frog gigging  The 
viddles on my plate are all God-given  I 
roll Mossy Oak and mind my own business  Couple tokes of the 
green got me seeing night vision  I'm from the 
backside of the 
boondocks  Where the 
honeybees swarm in the 
treetops  Making what I 
need, and it's free, no cost  To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh  Mama raised me in the 
church, but I 
quit going  Daddy's rebel blood's in me, and it's still flowing  And it will 'til I'm ill and old  There's no one that can scold me  Until we've been simmer-simmering down  So, so put the 
Crown on the 
rocks and the 
beer in the 
chest  I've been called a 
mess, but I 
know that I'm blessed  Because out here is where my head rests  You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can't hear me yet, yet   Last of a 
dying breed (Dying breed)  True son from the 
South (From the 
South)  I'm from if you backtalk mama (Backtalk mama)  You get busted in the 
mouth (In the 
mouth)  I'm from that rolling bubble (Rolling bubble)  In a 
clear glass jar (A clear glass jar)  Way back in the 
Mason-Dixon (Mason-Dixon)  Everything is a 
little too far, yeah