Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malaki Zaygan Zugelder
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Well, I'll be damned if I let another man walk on me
The bottom of these Double H's will be the last thing he sees
I'm tired of all these pretty country boys up on TV
Just come 'round here, son, I'll show you how we do it now
[Verse 1]
I'm just a good ol boy from the sticks of Oklahoma
I was raised up right in a trailer by my momma
She taught me how to live, what was right and was was wrong
My granddaddy taught me how to fight and pick a song
We ain't always had a lot, but we damn sure had enough
Family by my side when times are getting tough
We don't like to brag and boast, we hold down our own
Just come down here, son, I'll let that be known
[Chorus]
Well, I'll be damned if I let another man walk on me
The bottom of these Double H's will be the last thing he sees
I'm tired of all these pretty country boys up on TV
Just come 'round here, son, I'll show you how we do it now
[Verse 2]
I gotta pistol on my hip, cigarette on my lip
My grand daddy told me, "son, now don't take no shit"
I could take you through the town or out in these sticks
But if you're treading on my land, just know I do not miss
Well my momma raised me tough and my daddy taught me right
My grannie kept me full and a bed for the night
My uncle taught me books, how to read and how to write
My cousins kept me sharp, you know we'd always pick a fight
I keep my family close and my friends by my side
'Cause who else you gonna call in the middle of the night?
[Chorus]
And I'll be damned if I let another man walk on me
The bottom of these Double H's will be the last thing he sees
I'm tired of all these pretty country boys up on TV
Just come 'round here, son, I'll show you how we do it now
Written by: Malaki Zaygan Zugelder