The Lacs God Bless A Country Girl

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town

God bless a country girl

By far we got the best looking girls around

God bless a country girl

Country girls got it going on

God bless a country girl

Grab your drink and sing along

God bless a country girl

She gets her redneck on a little red hot honey

Got a pick-up truck plus her daddy’s got some money

Makes a sweet potato pie that’ll shut your mouth

Ponytail to the side when she hang around the house

A little tomboy growing up, hunting and a fishing show

A 30-06, got a Carolina skiff

And if the creek gets hot she got a 4 wheel drive

A couple chains in the back, and some mud on the tires

Hell ya she’s a hot one, man I think I got one

She can go all day fishing in the hot sun

Man I guess I’m lucky to be living in the sticks

Boy just take a look around we got a basket of chicks

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town

God bless a country girl

By far we got the best looking girls around

God bless a country girl

Country girls got it going on

God bless a country girl

Grab your drink and sing along

God bless a country girl

She’s a beauty queen but she likes to mud bog

Likes frogs, man this broad loves to hunt hogs

Likes to fish and she firing the kitchen

Cube steak, mash ‘tatoes and a little fried chicken

And I can say everyday that she’s perfect for me

Knows how to clean the gutter, makes the best sweet tea

Hey, a young girl with a no school soul

Man she had her first job when she was 8 years old

Ain’t worried about dirt and ain’t afraid to work

Loves Holy Jesus, she can rock that skirt

They don’t make ’em like this, she’s the last of her kind

So fine and divine, so glad she’s mine

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town

God bless a country girl

By far we got the best looking girls around

God bless a country girl

Country girls got it going on

God bless a country girl

Grab your drink and sing along

God bless a country girl

Country girls got it going on

Go ahead baby this your song

Grab a drink and sing along

God bless a country girl

[x2]

The Lacs She’s Runnin’

She’s runnin with a piece of my heart. I don’t know what tore us apart. It could have been my rowdy old friends. I’m comin home late and I’m drunk again, but I’m sittin here tryin to drink away. There’s no need to try to beg her to stay cause she’s tired of all the stuff I’m puttin her through. Now I’m sittin here lookin like a fool, singin.

I stumbled on in around about four and there was a note on the kitchen floor. I guess she got tired of those endless nights, comin home drunk, and those endless fights. I think to myself, somethin ain’t right. Lookin around, I done paid the price. She wrote in the note, she can’t take it no more. Took my couch and my lazyboy, my huntin boots that I bought last year, my bedroom suit had did done disappear. She really made sure it would hurt a lot. Took the spare bed and the extra cot. She’s still runnin, the boat is comin, so officer, can you tell me somethin? Officer said I got heavy love. She stole all of my stuff and my Chevy truck.

She’s runnin with a piece of my heart. I don’t know what tore us apart. It could have been my rowdy old friends. I’m comin home late and I’m drunk again, but I’m sittin here tryin to drink away. There’s no need to try to beg her to stay cause she’s tired of all the stuff I’m puttin her through. Now I’m sittin here lookin like a fool, singin.

I know that she’s wrong, I know that I’m right. I’m livin alone, she’s livin the life. If I got to pay after all that she done, it’s me and my boys til the morning sun. You know how it gets when women get mad. It’s hell on earth, it gets pretty bad. People get hurt and things get thrown, you better get used to everything gone. Word gets around, she’s onto me now. I’m gettin her back for kickin me out. The ring on the hand, it’s out in the mud and that could have saved me a few hundred bucks. All that I wanted was my old truck, but she took my keys and she blew it up. She rode up my stash I had in the back. If I catch her alone, I’m whoopin her ass.

She’s runnin with a piece of my heart. I don’t know what tore us apart. It could have been my rowdy old friends. I’m comin home late and I’m drunk again, but I’m sittin here tryin to drink away. There’s no need to try to beg her to stay cause she’s tired of all the stuff I’m puttin her through. Now I’m sittin here lookin like a fool, singin.

The Lacs Drink As A Team

We like to drink as a team

We like to drink as a team

We like to drink as a team

Call the kinfolks up, get ’em all jacked up

Got my paycheck cashed and put some gas in my truck

The girls gettin’ ready for some fun in the sun

My little two-piece, tanned-up ridin’ shotgun

Man I’m ready for the party, ain’t no worry tonight

I’m gonna chug ’em on down till I’m feelin’ just right

When I’m finished for the day, drink straight into the dark

If you really think you hard, come and hit this mason jar

It’s the people that I love, even though we gettin’ loud

Hey I got it in my blood, guess I’m part of that crowd

Hey I’m buzzed out, drunk now, me and my friends

Come around the weekend, we gonna do it again

It’s just a bunch of rednecks gettin’ on down

Drinkin’ anything gettin’ passed around

There’s ice cold beer everywhere that you go

That buzz gets better when the sun gets low

Girls gettin’ wild, wanna dance all night

Boys get drunk, and pretty soon there’s a fight

Everybody in the crowd is just like me

We like to drink as a team

I start this night off right, with a cold Bud Light

A couple more on the floor, now they ready to fight

If you come in too hot, man you just won’t last

You’ll have your head on the bar, while we raisin’ our glass

So mister bartender keep our glasses all full

Jimmy Beam hit the scene, go get you a pull

Now this party don’t stop till all of us gone

Get the salt and the lime ’cause I gotta Patron

Put your glasses in the air like y’all don’t care

‘Cause we’re drinkin’ over here, and they’re drinkin’ over there

I got no friends if you know what I mean

I call ’em drinkin’ buddies, ’cause we drink as a team

It’s just a bunch of rednecks gettin’ on down

Drinkin’ anything gettin’ passed around

There’s ice cold beer everywhere that you go

That buzz gets better when the sun gets low

Girls gettin’ wild, wanna dance all night

Boys get drunk, and pretty soon there’s a fight

Everybody in the crowd is just like me

We like to drink as a team

We like to drink

We like to drink as a team

It’s just a bunch of rednecks gettin’ on down

Drinkin’ anything gettin’ passed around

There’s ice cold beer everywhere that you go

That buzz gets better when the sun gets low

Girls gettin’ wild, wanna dance all night

Boys get drunk, and pretty soon there’s a fight

Everybody in the crowd is just like me

We like to drink as a team

The Lacs Country Boy Downtime

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive

Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine

In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind

I need some country boy downtime

Small-town boys need room to breathe

Life can get rough and women can get mean

Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind

I need some country boy downtime

I wake up early in the morning

Breath stinking as I’m yawning

Just another sunny day in backs of Georgia

See my buddy called me up, said he’s running kind of late

But no rush man, I ain’t going in today

Can you pick up my check when you get on a break?

Then holler at me ‘cuz, when you head this way

Nah I ain’t sick, I ain’t feeling no pain

I might take the boat out, I hope it don’t rain

I might catch me a fish, I might wash my truck

Hell, ride the four-wheeler, I ain’t done that in months

Or build me a fire and cook what we caught

Or empty out the cooler cause I drank on the boat

Now we’re shine time, talking bout the good old days

This uncle doodle and his good old ways

Got the fire bale glowing for most of the night

Can you smell the fat lighter?

This country boy downtime

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive

Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine

In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind

I need some country boy downtime

Small-town boys need room to breathe

Life can get rough and women can get mean

Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind

I need some country boy downtime

Quitting time, had enough, I’m bout to lay low

Lot of folks like me just need a back road

Let the boat tide creep to a low speed

Feel that breeze, it’s all G double O D, good

Beer stop by the river bank

Drop the tailgate and play some more Hank

Might sip a little bit and take the edge off

Hit the deep woods, riding shorty get lost

Sometimes it’s in your best bet

To let your country hang out just like a redneck

Get loose, drink booze with friends

Make use of them til it’s you again

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive

Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine

In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind

I need some country boy downtime

Small-town boys need room to breathe

Life can get rough and women can get mean

Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind

I need some country boy downtime

The Lacs Mine’s Bigger

She say she likes your ride but it ain’t better than mine

I see you sitting pretty high but take a look up in the sky

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

You got that bass in the back, your country girl shaking that

Yeah you keep girls around but I keep them coming back

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

Get them all riled up real good, your girlfriend like maybe look look look

She gotta thing for the big old trucks, girl don’t lie, look at them big lug nuts

Totting round by two tonnes, wanna take a ride, it’s hella fun

Them boys just can’t compete, truck go hard even when I take it off the street

Girls get [?], girls get wowed when they ride [?]

When they smile, when they laugh, then they shout “Get me out”

Of that big old thing with them mud tires, I don’t think I could get it up more time

But I’ll try baby just for you, ride you round till my motors blow

Get it on now to the big boy status, then you can hit it, push it, mash it

Drop it down low and just creep on through, minute 35s looking to the week on you

Can’t y’all see I’m kicking ass ’cause you can’t see nothing but a driver shaft

I pull up on the scene in the biggest truck and them boys just shrivel up

She say she like your ride but it ain’t better than mine

I see you sitting pretty high but take a look up in the sky

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

You got that bass in the back, your country girl shaking that

Yeah you keep girls around but I keep them coming

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

Going off that [?] but I’ call it [?]

I’m texting Al Pacino ’cause the truck was mine

I jack him up, take him out, load him up and ride him out

And you can come see if you want to what your girl is fighting [?]

My Chevy Silverado, swagger homeboy

I call [?] ’cause my truck [?]

What’s up, big truck, head to toe, ’bout your game

Pull him out, I show you how ’cause to me it ain’t no thing

Your girl wanna know what I pack up under the hood

She say she wanna go take a ride up in them woods

With her head above the rest when she say go figure

She say she’ll ride any time ’cause mine’s bigger

She say she like your ride but it ain’t better than mine

I see you sitting pretty high but take a look up in the sky

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

You got that bass in the back, your country girl shaking that

Yeah you keep girls around but I keep them coming

‘Cause mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

Yeah mine’s bigger

The Lacs Drinks Up

[Chorus:]

So put your drinks up on the weekend.

Cause them workdays sure been creepin’

What’s up? Is anyone gonna get tore up?

Drinks up for party time.

Monday mornin’ ain’t gonna come cheap but,

I’m gettin’ loose with some folks like me tonight.

Yeah, so put your cups up high.

Drinks up for party time.

[Verse 1:]

I’m on a mission tonight,

I prolly ain’t comin’ home.

I got this urge to get drunk.

And it won’t leave me alone.

I’m gonna buy a few shots

For every one of my boys.

Until the owner throws us out

For makin’ too much noise.

So have a hell of a night.

Go and make a memory or two.

And if this alcohol won’t bug you,

You know we actin’ a fool.

I’m up on top of the bar.

Hell I’m way up in the sky.

I lost my keys to my car,

Somebody give me a ride.

Hey man I’m losin’ my mind.

With folks that I never seen.

We all got one thing in common,

We like to drink as a team.

I know that I’m gonna crash,

Wake up in somebody’s grass.

I’m gonna have to tell the boss man

To kiss my ass.

[Chorus:]

So put your drinks up on the weekend.

Cause them workdays sure been creepin’

What’s up? Is anyone gonna get tore up?

Drinks up for party time.

Monday mornin’ ain’t gonna come cheap but,

I’m gettin’ loose with some folks like me tonight.

Yeah, so put your cups up high.

Drinks up for party time.

[Verse 2:]

Said I’ve been workin’ all week,

And I’m just tryin’ to get paid.

I got enough beer money,

And today is the day.

The boss talkin’ to me ’bout workin’ OT.

I sure need the money, but y’all know me.

For five straight days I’ve been walkin’ the line,

And you can stick your overtime

Where the sun don’t shine.

If I make it to the truck,

I got a case on ice.

Pop a top, cut a block,

And start this night off right.

I need to roll to the liquor store,

To get a few things.

I seen a couple homeboys,

And they was thinkin’ the same.

They said party at the field,

I said I’m already there.

And I’m gonna feel it on Monday man,

But I don’t care.

I get my, drink on, and my, sing on.

A little, beer pong, and it won’t take long.

So put your cups up here, scream out loud.

I gotta say cheers to this party crowd.

[Chorus:]

So put your drinks up on the weekend.

Cause them workdays sure been creepin’

What’s up? Is anyone gonna get tore up?

Drinks up for party time.

Monday mornin’ ain’t gonna come cheap but,

I’m gettin’ loose with some folks like me tonight.

Yeah, so put your cups up high.

Drinks up for party time.

The Lacs ReLacs

Party don’t stop,

Don’t stop,

Don’t stop.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun,

Sun,

Sun.

Got my new feel fast,

Got my money saved up.

You ain’t waiting on me,

Cause I’m all packed up.

Y’all don’t know the ruitine,

Got to start it off right.

Hit the corner boozin,

Got a designated driver.

One sober,

Two bad,

Three shots for me.

Let your window down,

Turn off your AC.

There’s a party everywhere that the warm breeze blows.

We surrounded by a party so just follow the coast.

Got to find a little smokin hot time,

Got to know a little somethin about a one point five.

We can take a little walk round the bout low tide.

I don’t know if she in town but then again she might.

Four past says sunny,

And everything looks lovely.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun.

Little somethin on the rocks.

If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun,

Yay yay.

Go on,

Relax the day away.

I got to get it,

Get it goin down to Canada’s pier.

I got my boots laced up and I got plenty of beer.

I’m just a country fly Lac boy straight from the woods and the party came to town so you know it’s all good.

Take the coke in the cocunut,

Mix it with the ball.

The pineapple moonshine,

Drop it on the top.

Swish it left to right til you feel it in your gums.

We could dance all night til your body gets numb.

All up on the water,

And down up in the sand.

Hell,

Tell me what you want baby I could be your man.

Come rain or shine we could party all night.

We can make the boat rock if the fish don’t bite.

Pour shots to body shots doin anything you want.

It gets hotter than a sauna down here in Daytona.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun.

Little somethin on the rocks.

If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun,

Yay yay.

Go on,

Relax the day away.

I got all my girls with me and the party don’t stop,

Rockin cut off shorts and small bikini tops.

We still goin when the sun comes up.

Got a drink in your hand,

Lift up your cups.

Keep my cooler on ice and my drinks ice cold.

Hear the music down the beach from a building radio.

Summertime breeze and the sun is hot,

So come on everybody,

Take one more shot.

Party don’t stop,

Don’t stop,

Don’t stop.

Go on,

Relax.

Go on,

Relax.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun.

Little somethin on the rocks.

If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now.

Oo,

Lay back in that Florida sun,

Yay yay.

Go on,

Relax the day away.

The Lacs Shichya

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

Might get wild,

Get loud,

Just another face in a party car.

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

We’re goin to the sun so we’ll holler when we get there,

Shichya.

Fire off the night,

Shotgun a can,

Blue jeans and boots and all of my friends.

Take us to the bar,

Take us to the pub,

A bunch of rednecks are fightin to get drunk.

Partyin like a fool,

Walk around with a wobble,

Lookin for them bad broads holdin two or three bottles.

Shake the shots like an animal,

Throwed off the red up,

Bump it to a shine mixed up in a red cup.

Yeah,

Ridin like a heavy metal song,

Doppin little blue pills got me rollin like a stone.

Go to Finland like a champ,

I ain’t never goin home.

The way the little girl dance is blowin my dome.

Drink on through the night until we see the sunlight.

Just another southern boys,

Gotta get it done right.

Five days of the week I be gettin my sleep in,

Cause I’m a stay up and party all damn weekend.

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

Might get wild,

Get loud,

Just another face in a party car.

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

We’re goin to the sun so we’ll holler when we get there,

Shichya.

I’m in a hellraising mood,

So gimme a light.

I got a fine batch of cheese,

Yeah blueberry shine.

Jim Bean and got me leanin on the whole half a gallon and I never back down cause I love a good challenge.

It’s a family tradition,

Oh yeah I think so.

I got the jon bow clothes and them old kane post.

Hit ninety-five slidin down a river road gunnin,

Bumpin Jamie Johnson makin deer meat comin.

Straight through them curves,

Just like the general lee.

Dale Jr.

Right beside me in the passenger seat.

And the lawman is out,

So they makin it hard.

I got a six shooter and a Willie Nelson guitar.

Cause there ain’t no party like a Lac Boy party,

Cause a Lac Boy party don’t stop.

And it don’t really matter if they let us in cause we gon party in the parking lot,

Shichya.

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

Might get wild,

Get loud,

Just another face in a party car.

Shichya,

Damn right,

Got fans that party all night.

We’re goin to the sun so we’ll holler when we get there,

Shichya.

The Lacs Lake Somewhere

(Turn the radio on)

Hey, welcome back summer rave been, every year you’re tripping far

All the ladies jumping in, real like the cannonball

How the southern summer grins that she know was popping off

And can’t forget the alcohol

Go by knee deep, take a seat, drink beer, smoke trees

Catch a buzz, catch a fish, grab your girl and steal a kiss

Climb up on that round floor, sip a little bit of that Crown and Cola

Kick it back and take it slow, just let us go without the rope (Yeah)

Bring on the cold beer, bring on the high sun

Turn the radio up to the world out

Run wild across the water wide, open like a bottle

On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels

Leave your give a damn up on the shore

Damn sure ain’t no room for it out here

On a lake somewhere

I got my cooler full what y’all drink, lake life, know what y’all think

Let my troubles up on the bank, you can call it [?]

‘Bout the time with the line, if they don’t bite then that’s just fine

No shoes, no shirt, no tan lines, some country girls looking damn fine

[?] water sliding, swamp boat, air gliding

Sipping on that moonshine and picking that grain and feeling fine

Ain’t worried about that work flow, forget about your word low

I propose the first toast, jump in, let your hurt go

Bring on the cold beer, bring on the high sun

Turn the radio up to the world out

Run wild across the water wide, open like a bottle

On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels

Leave your give a damn up on the shore

Damn sure ain’t no room for it out here

On a lake somewhere

(Whoa, whoa) (Ooh) Every lake’s got a place we could turn into a party cover

(Whoa, whoa) (Ooh) Every boat’s got a rope we can tie to a line afloat

(Let’s go, woo!)

Bring on the cold beer, bring on the high sun

Turn the radio up to the world out

Run wild across the water wide, open like a bottle

On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels

Leave your give a damn up on the shore

Damn sure ain’t no room for it out here

On a lake somewhere

The Lacs Empties

They say a can half full is what I’m supposed to see, but it looks like a beer half drunk to me. If it ain’t tipped back, man, it ought to be. I like empties, empties. In the back of my truck or all over the lawn, it ain’t a party til a twelve pack’s gone. A waste of beer is just straight up wrong. I love empties, empties.

Yeah, you got to drink up, you can’t just babysit. Your beer’s gettin hot, you’re takin baby sips. You got to chug it down, throw em back, and tie it on. Crush your can and throw it down and stomp it til it’s all gone. They in the front all spread along the flower bed. You think there’s somethin wrong, I’m just your average redneck. Killin time, crushin cans, gettin drunk man. I’m proud of this dump, empty cans is what I love.

They say a can half full is what I’m supposed to see, but it looks like a beer half drunk to me. If it ain’t tipped back, man, it ought to be. I like empties, empties. In the back of my truck or all over the lawn, it ain’t a party til a twelve pack’s gone. A waste of beer is just straight up wrong. I love empties, empties.

Turn one up and drive alone. Man, I’m gonna tie one on. And I don’t see nothin wrong with drinkin beer and singin songs. So cheers and tilt it back, we gon try to fill the sack with all cans and not trash if you came to put it back cause a redneck’s stash of cans is kind of like retirement plans. If money’s tight then cash em in and then you start your stash again. So I’m drinkin for the future and I’m drinkin for the present. I don’t need stocks and bonds if you cancel my investment.

They say a can half full is what I’m supposed to see, but it looks like a beer half drunk to me. If it ain’t tipped back, man, it ought to be. I like empties, empties. In the back of my truck or all over the lawn, it ain’t a party til a twelve pack’s gone. A waste of beer is just straight up wrong. I love empties, empties.