Danny Boone - Fish Grease Lyrics
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    Fish Grease

    [Chorus]
    Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars
    Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars

    [Verse 1]
    Started at the bottom
    Just a bunch of average Joes
    From the country makin music
    Tryin to be like our heroes
    Took it to them rural areas
    Those city folks don't go
    Plantin seeds out in the sticks
    And hope that they would one day grow
    Bubba said it's gon get ugly
    And I'll be damned, lo and behold
    Brand new string of country twang
    Homeboy, they call it southern soul

    [Chorus]
    Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars
    Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars

    [Verse 2]
    Now we got everybody watchin
    Took the show and hit the road
    Got em comin out the woods
    On ATVs and 4X4s
    Drinkin whiskey, rebel yellin
    Head to toe in mossy oak
    Got them swampers rooster tailin
    When they make it rain for sure
    From the dirty where it's mucky
    To up north to where it snows
    Baby, I want to get muddy from the east to the west coast

    [Chorus]
    Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars
    Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars

    [Bridge]
    Look at how the industry takin notice
    Well, it ain't gonna work is what they told us
    Wall Street Journal sniffin around
    They wanna know about the mud
    The jacked up drugs The camo, the ammo, artillery
    And all about the backwoods distilleries
    Man, we killin it
    Hip hop drums with a little Nashville in it
    Now who's dumb

    [Chorus]
    Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars
    Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road
    Fish grease
    That's just how hot we are, hot we are
    How we gonna bury all the mason jars

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