I’m What You Get Lyrics by Zach John King
I’m my old man’s son
I’m a handed down gun
I’m a late model smokin’ down a red dirt track
I’m barbed wire rust
I’m some cotton field dust
I’m an eagle claw hook on a sweat ring hat
And that ain’t ever gonna change
Unless ya
Take the blood up out my veins
Just tryna make my mama proud
Livin’ what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down
But ain’t gon’ take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl
Buck up on the mantle wall
With a water tower town this small
And I guess I’m what you get
I’m what you get
Yeah, yeah
I’m what you get
I’m a Sunday supper
350 fixer upper
I’m a push my lucker
When it’s all on the line
I’m a back porch sitter
A MAPCO sixer
A born again sinner till the day I die
And that ever gonna change
Till they
Put me six down in the grave
I’m just tryna make my mama proud
Livin’ what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down
But ain’t gon’ take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl
Buck up on the mantle wall
With a water tower town this small
And I guess I’m what you get
I’m what you get
Yeah, yeah
I’m what you get
I’m a spitting image
Of a long bloodline
Don’t think for one damn minute
That you’re gonna change my mind
I’m just tryna make my mama proud
Livin’ what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down
But ain’t gon’ take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl
Buck up on the mantle wall
With a water tower town this small
And I guess I’m what you get
I’m what you get
Yeah, yeah
Oh, I’m what you get
I guess I’m what you get
I’m what you get
