BRELAND – County Line Lyrics

County Line Lyrics – BRELAND

Bright red solo cups layin’ in the yard
Got a dog named Billy sleeping underneath the car
Jimmy shootin whiskey, Johnny shootin at the stars
Sweet home Alabama on an out-of-tune guitar
88 Chevy with some rust on it
Who done brought bottle with the dust on it
Cinderblocks holding up them whips
BMX bikes with the grips
I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it’s a small town, ain’t nobody leaving
Yeah it’s a rough crowd but they’re my kind of people
We goin all out, we don’t need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That’s us, that’s life
Livin on the county line
Livin on the county line

Grandma smoking cigarettes, she just got out of jail
Grandpa got a girlfriend and he told me not to tell
Preacher on the corner saying we all gon’ go to hell
Everybody got their secrets, we don’t keep them to ourselves
We drinking water from the tap
Blowing the unemployment check
Don’t got no shirt up on our backs
Only a cross around our necks
We don’t sugar coat nothing
We say it with our chest
I bring home the bacon, let mama do the rest

I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it’s a small town, ain’t nobody leaving
Yeah it’s a rough crowd but they’re my kind of people
We goin all out, we don’t need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That’s us, that’s life
Livin on the county line
Livin on the county line
Livin on the county line

We like 30 from the Kroger and an hour from the mall
Throwing parties in the summer, throwing touchdowns in the fall
If we need a lil something something we know who to call
We don’t gotta see the world, we already seen it all

I went to high school with half of these heaters
And it’s a small town, ain’t nobody leaving
Yeah it’s a rough crowd but they’re my kind of people
We goin all out, we don’t need a reason to

Turn up, get down
Clock in, clock out
Work hard, play loud
Everybody do what they want, all night
Too much, just right
That’s us, that’s life
Livin on the county line
Livin on the county line
Livin on the county line