Breathe Under Water

These days my guns stay loaded

My family's a little more close

Sometimes we're barely floating

So please, don't rock this boat

But if we tip on over

We won't wash to the shore

We'll sink down to the bottom

Because we been here before

We can breathe underwater

Been down at the bottom so long

We can breathe underwater

So tell them to bring it on

Now he's a big timer, but he's lost on the river

Never went without, never had them cold shivers

Had a silver spoon, was always warm in the winter

Drive a fancy car, never had to kill his dinner

No bloody hands, never really had a backbone

Never been too deep down the back road

Never shown no respect to a flagpole

Come on city boy, just another punk asshole

Me and mine, we gonna make it through them dark days

So take your ass on back down to park place

Before you end up in the deep end

Where them hungry ass sharks stay

We go hard ahead all day

Been here, done that, that's a given

Out back, guns out, country living

If you doubt that, find out, come and get it

We ain't going nowhere, but I'm about to go swimming

These days my guns stay loaded

My family's a little more close

Sometimes we're barely floating

So please, don't rock this boat

But if we tip on over

We won't wash to the shore

We'll sink down to the bottom

Because we been here before

We can breathe underwater

Been down at the bottom so long

We can breathe underwater

So tell them to bring it on

Won't you take me back to them old days?

Just horses and the wagon

Shotgun shells and wishing wells

And you could hear them pistols blasting

Better give them hell but live to tell, let's write another chapter

We just want our country back and we gon' get what we after

Ain't no pastors in them fields, we the ones that keep it real

You come snooping around here, that'll probably get you killed

Cold steel under cold skies, arebel soul from the old times

Like Jesse James and those guys

I'm watching you with both eyes

And I ain't telling no lies

If you wanna come and get it, backwoods country living

Shotguns and ammunition, whiskey drink and steady sipping

Saying to hell with the system

I've been living at the bottom, so I'm about to go swimming

Y'all can hate it, or you can love it

But I promise we ain't budging

If them boys looking scared

Someone probably told them we're coming

So y'all better get running but don't head for them hills

That's where the hell we're living 'round here

We keep it real boy

These days my guns stay loaded

My family's a little more close

Sometimes we're barely floating

So please, don't rock this boat

But if we tip on over

We won't wash to the shore

We'll sink down to the bottom

Because we been here before

We can breathe underwater

Been down at the bottom so long

We can breathe underwater

So tell them to bring it on

We can breathe underwater

Been down at the bottom so long

We can breathe underwater

So tell them to bring it on