Lyrics Upchurch – BMF Tennessee Johnny (Remix)

Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy
Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy

I think I’m John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt
Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt

Small town but I make ’em rock like CMA’s
Black Ford Skyjacked, rockin’ Swamper 38’s
Hell yeah, this new shit ain’t impressin’ me
This country flag that some dudes got look like the shit impression it
Real talk homie, I ain’t tryna be a dick
Eighty percent of all you boys ain’t even really from the sticks
City slickin’ business men marketin’ to me and my kin
Tryna make a dollar of the American way that we still live
I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
It’s a family tradition like that Hank line
Country boy cold, you can call me duke season
Puttin’ it down from Middle Tenn like Big Smosiphus

I think I’m John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt
Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt
Back road flyin’, treat my street like Talladega
Keep it country style so my city’s got them hit bangers
I think I’m John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt
Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt
Back road flyin’, treat my street like Talladega
Keep it country style so my city’s got them hit bangers

I spin the damn track, call it how I ?
People judge my attitude by what the hell I’m drivin’ in
Four-wheel drive, only rock USA plastic
I’m that fire flame like a cedar phifer strickin’ matches
Used to be a nobody now I got my city rockin’
And my fan base is blue collar Friday shine poppin’
Gasoline fire startin’, mud diggin’ Harley ridin’
Beer drinkin’, hell raisin’, honkies that you’re never stoppin’
Chetham county’s finest, but I’m Chetham county’s only
Redneck rapper on this small town blowin’, yes I own it
If I don’t get famous least I got a good job
Hatters hate seein’ me like I’m back road with night fog

I think I’m John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt
Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt
Back road flyin’, treat my street like Talladega
Keep it country style so my city’s got them hit bangers
I think I’m John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt
Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt
Back road flyin’, treat my street like Talladega
Keep it country style so my city’s got them hit bangers

Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy
Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy