mountain bitch
Of course. Here are some bars in the style of a gritty Southern or country trap artist, playing on the double meaning of "mountain bitch" – both a tough woman from the hills and a loyal hound dog. --- (Spoken Intro) Yeah... this that backwoods, creek water, can't be replicated. Y'all ready? (Hook) I'm a mountain bitch, raised on grit and gravel If you ain't from here, then you best travel With a hound dog bark and a .22 bite Sleep under pines most every night Yeah, I'm a mountain bitch, and I don't give a damn King of the hill, that's the way I am. (Verse 1) They call me a mountain bitch, like the dog on the trail Nose to the ground, I never fail To find the scent of a dollar or a dollar's worth of trouble Livin' in a world made of rock and stubble My bark's a warning shot, my bite is for real Got my own law, and it's iron and steel Chew on the scenery, spit out the bones Got no service out here, left the world alone Just me and the silence and the whisperin' trees Do what I want, and I do it with ease. (Verse 2) This mountain bitch don't wear no crown of gold It's woven from kudzu, a story to be told 'Bout dirt-road diesel and moonshine dreams Cuttin' through the bullshit, or so it seems I don't need your pity, don't need your respect I'll survive the winter, while the city folk wreck Got a heart of hard oak, roots deep in the land With a rifle in my hand, and a promise I can stand So when you say "mountain bitch" you best say it right It means I'll survive the day and own the night. (Outro) (Sound of a distant hound dog barking, then a single gunshot) Mountain life. Ad libs: (Yeah.. Grrr... Bow-wow... Hah!)
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Of course. Here are some bars in the style of a gritty Southern or country trap artist, playing on the double meaning of "mountain bitch" – both a tough woman from the hills and a loyal hound dog. --- (Spoken Intro) Yeah... this that backwoods, creek water, can't be replicated. Y'all ready? (Hook) I'm a mountain bitch, raised on grit and gravel If you ain't from here, then you best travel With a hound dog bark and a .22 bite Sleep under pines most every night Yeah, I'm a mountain bitch, and I don't give a damn King of the hill, that's the way I am. (Verse 1) They call me a mountain bitch, like the dog on the trail Nose to the ground, I never fail To find the scent of a dollar or a dollar's worth of trouble Livin' in a world made of rock and stubble My bark's a warning shot, my bite is for real Got my own law, and it's iron and steel Chew on the scenery, spit out the bones Got no service out here, left the world alone Just me and the silence and the whisperin' trees Do what I want, and I do it with ease. (Verse 2) This mountain bitch don't wear no crown of gold It's woven from kudzu, a story to be told 'Bout dirt-road diesel and moonshine dreams Cuttin' through the bullshit, or so it seems I don't need your pity, don't need your respect I'll survive the winter, while the city folk wreck Got a heart of hard oak, roots deep in the land With a rifle in my hand, and a promise I can stand So when you say "mountain bitch" you best say it right It means I'll survive the day and own the night. (Outro) (Sound of a distant hound dog barking, then a single gunshot) Mountain life. Ad libs: (Yeah.. Grrr... Bow-wow... Hah!)