'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an

Don't leave me out the chain And the devil's forever in my veins Count me, count me, call my name Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained 'Cause the devil's forever in my veins The devil's forever in my veins Lately I've been afraid of myself

My love (so don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot Because, I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby Let me

Hey don't wait for me there Just find your own way 'Cause I'll be there soon enough All perched alone he sits there broken An eldered man with storm clouds setting in his eyes He counts the sands of time remembering day's gone by It seemed like yesterday

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet All I ever wanna get is slang I'll rap 'n' ruck 'n' jam it up but count me out 'Cause all I ever wanna get is slang Sittin' dark getting taken 'cause I said

The male Maleficent You don't know who you're messing with I ran for president 'Cause our country's in a deficit My only testament is that we keep it so surreal I'd kill myself to resurrect Kill myself to resurrect 'ey (And in the end, this may be the

Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country She don't understand English but she want me I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country It's been a long

You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must