The Lacs - My Kinfolks lyrics

White trash, trailer on a dirt road Rebel flag flying from a [?] Both eyes got miles on a fence post No trouble man, this is my kinfolk Rednecks spread out through the deep south Beer drinking, watching country folks show out City living, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk Started from the mud now we here Ain’t a damn thing changed here, drinking only beer No champagne, none of [?] One ninety [?] makes the [?] clear Riding through the swamp roads, see a deer pop that Night vision, born to [?] top that If you don’t know then you might wanna drop back Game [?] up a hill, right aside the hunting track All of my life I’ve been running these woods Yeah I still run in the same neighborhood South side, [?] y’all heard me I ain’t never leaving or checking out early This ain’t [?] my mama’s only son I never grew up, I’m still having some fun I said it before, man, I love my home ‘Cause this is where all my kinfolks roam White trash, trailer on a dirt road Rebel flag flying from a [?] Both eyes got miles on a fence post No trouble man, this is my kinfolk Rednecks spread out through the deep south Beer drinking, watching country folks show out City living, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk Yeah, this is my kinfolk This is my kinfolk Yeah, this is my kinfolk And this is my kinfolk Put some riled bunch of young’uns facing up out in the country If you’re counting on the party then you [?] on the money It ain’t nothing but a hick thing, Dixie I’ma whistle when we Always giving it names back when we was little Pretty [?] got a cooking man just pull up in the yard We be chilling, tipping back and [?] lightning in a jar Get a packet to a check, gotta run him out the bowl He’s in the trouble with the law, so he’s kinda laying low My folks, my blood, man there’s always something happening ‘Bout to head out to the river, [?] caving these [?] You can bet that [?] show up with a lean Dirty southern redneck and [?] denim jeans White trash, trailer on a dirt road Rebel flag flying from a [?] Both eyes got miles on a fence post No trouble man, this is my kinfolk Rednecks spread out through the deep south Beer drinking, watching country folks show out City living, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk White trash, trailer on a dirt road Rebel flag flying from a [?] Both eyes got miles on a fence post No trouble man, this is my kinfolk Rednecks spread out through the deep south Beer drinking, watching country folks show out City living, that’s a whole ‘nother tempo Ride slow, man, this is my kinfolk Yeah, this is my kinfolk This is my kinfolk Yeah, this is my kinfolk And this is my kinfolk