V1
I’m Alabama — God bless America confident,
Raised right in this half-full-glass small town.
Daddy’s a back-in-the-woods top-liner moonshiner,
Souped-up coupe and git ’er damn done.
Pre
Mama calls me her six-string hillbilly genius,
Passed down from holler-banjo generations.
Chorus
Got circus, broken-bottle, abstract tats,
Charismatic in my Stetson black hat.
Bust a twang, groove-swing, neon-light girls
With my 808’s Dixie Beat Band.
Shorty’s trigger moves — bump, grind in this bar,
On a dug-out dance floor.
’Cause I’m seven whiskey shots,
Highly effective country boy.
V2
Big-face baller with a Jack Daniels smile,
Prodigy-getty ahead of the shizit, don’t lose.
Chiseled blonde bartenders love my molasses style,
With my three chords of 800 proof.
Pre
Mix of old-school Hank and Drake — sick crooner,
Heartthrob with a skizzle, wicked sense of humor.
Bridge
Give ya a little fast rap,
Then I slow you down.
With a shooter glass in my hand,
Sing ya back home to a dirt road.
Chorus (out)
Got circus, broken-bottle, abstract tats,
Charismatic in my Stetson black hat.
Bust a twang, groove-swing, neon-light girls
With my 808’s Dixie Beat Band.
Shorty’s trigger moves — bump, grind in this bar,
On a dug-out dance floor.
’Cause I’m seven whiskey shots,
Highly effective country boy.
Highly effective country boy.

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Last edited by bennash; 10/20/25 12:12 AM.
We’re all built from the same dust and dreams,
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