I'm a country boy I can get my swerve on whiskey on ice you'll never catch me on the streets without my shotgun or 45... country boy can survive I can run a trot line, noodle with one hand skin a buck with the other. shoot em with my bow and arrow do it all the time don't you know. I've got a 64 impala I drive it. in the holla I've got enough 15s in my trunk dat the vibrations from the bass is enuff to make her scream multiple orgasms like a virgin.and.Madonna she does it all the time. convulsing and flopping like the catfish that I catch w Oscar meyer weiner on the Arkansas River all the way from Oklahoma to west Memphis Tennessee ill be hearing nothing else I can't even drive my truck she's always begging for Dr Dre and snoop nothing but a G thing her favorite one is house of pain jump around her pussy is so warm like a Irish shepherds pie I'll take a shot of milla dew lean my seat back just enough she loves to suck my dick like a dope whore in Atlanta she's my Irish Cherokee queen her blood is a wild combination I swear she keeps it savage. never met a girl that could wrap me around her finger. I come a running up to her like the love of a woman thank God everyday for amazing grace I've got a 64 impala and a wild Irish cherokee Queen that is crazy enough to want a oklahoma country boys last name. just to show her that I love her I put a hypen with hers too. matching tattoos ive never been so mistreated and used up and left for dead. just to test my loyalty and honor ain't much a country boy cant do especially when it comes to standing up for What's right and thats freedom. two flags hang high in front yard ones the rattlesnake don't tread on me the other I served for and still defend the old glory red white and blue and I'll take that to my grave a country boy can survive