Music Video
Cheatham County
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Ryan Upchurch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JT On Tha Beat
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, these boys think they've got me
You ain't got shit, son
I'm the Lane Frost of this shit
So bring your ass on then
[Verse 2]
I'm on my country boy shit
Hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy
Lift kit, about a couple feet
Roots in my boots
And I ain't gotta prove shit
Follow me down to my woods, boy
And hop off in these sticks
[Verse 3]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
[Verse 4]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
[Verse 5]
Well, I started from the bottom
Now your honky got a buzz on
Pabst Blue Ribbon
Cranking up a thumping country song
Tailgating, drinking beer
Rolling up the greenery
Shooting at the ducks
While they're passing by my scenery
I came up from nothing
Now my face in more than fifty states
Pedal to the metal
I ain't even gonna tap the brakes
And I ain't from the city
I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes
Redneck as it gets
'Cause this boy ain't got time to go and fake
[Verse 6]
Whoo
Now let me pop that clutch
I ain't your man with the plan
Though that always crunch
I'm that motherfucking Hoss now
With zero trust
Rolling through your damn city
In this bucket of rust
[Verse 7]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
[Verse 8]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
[Verse 9]
Nashville born, small hick town raised
On the edge of Music Road
Corn field, wind sways
Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Rust bucket, still plays
Everything gets dirty
Tryna pave that way
I ain't never had a hand-out
Never had a pick-me-up
Budweiser beer bottles
Breaking in my pickup truck
Chip on my shoulder
Rocking me a heavy farmer's tan
Honeys treat me lovely
'Cause I'm popular on Instagram
Haters say I'm faking shit
Say I'm not famous, barely lit
When I didn't have the management
To make sure that I'm well-equipped
So fingers up and shots on me
Famous and I'm 23
Self-made, son
Country boy from middle Tennessee
[Verse 10]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
[Verse 11]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods, Cheatham County, boy
Them three words say it all
Dropping bucks, making dollars
Small town man down from the holler
Middle finger to the world
'Cause America's my daughter
Written by: Ryan Upchurch
