No One Told Us

You smell that fan in the window lettin' air in

Coals still burnin' outside from last weekend

Your truck done died it was runnin' all night

To be the jukebox jam and the wood chop light

You see that fence post nail at the top

To hold the water bucket when the faucet's off

That hide-a-way shed ain't just for the straw

But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar

I said man-oh-man, where'd the good times go?

Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio

So I sang boy-oh-boy, how I miss them old Toyotas

Yeah, country is as country does, we was, but no one told us

Yeah, I'm sick of hearin' the same thing, rhinestone cowboys

I'm about to smack y'all like the ass on a cowgirl

I'm Mr. Tennessee, barefoot bandit up in rocky top

Orange and white blanket up in that red, red ragtop

You want the gun smoke then bring your ass to the farm

We just some country boys and girls gettin' stoned in a barn

I keep the Chattahoochee Gucci I'm the hottest Elvis Prelsey

Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me

I'll be somewhere on a boat gettin' too damn sunburnt

Middle fingers up, sissies still bein' butthurt

I'll be castin' a line just sittin' watchin' the float jump

Put the country in country no need to give it to me

I said man-oh-man, where'd the good times go?

Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio

So I sang boy-oh-boy, how I miss them old Toyotas

Yeah, country is as country does, we was, but no one told us

Yeah, the music industry think they got me itchin' like sumac

Got a bunch of tens in Tennessee line dancin' to this rap

Rap stills do the shimmy of all the bass to the floor joists

Do it like the legends, rock it out 'til we're deaf boys

I'm kickin' up the amperage like I'm jumpin' off a Peterbilt

Parkin' through the algae where the Creekers hid the shine stills

Ridin' down the roads that lead to nothin' but a buzz

I put the country in the rap because I'm wrapped up in the cut

I said son-oh-son, just believe me when I say

One day when I'm dead and gone, you'll smirk along and sing

And you'll sing man-oh-man, where'd the good times go?

Back when it was Holler Boys by Upchurch on the radio

So I sang boy-oh-boy, how I miss them old Toyotas

Yeah, country is as country does, we was, but no one told us