[Intro] [Spoken] Yeah, I heard you boys down in Kentucky talking 'bout doing the Dougie. Nah, man... we don't do all that fancy footwork out here in the dirt. Grab that cold one. Tip that Stetson back. Let me show you how a real outlaw moves. Check it out! [Chorus] They be like, "Country, can you teach me how to Haggard?" Put your boots in the dirt, let your silver buckle swagger! Lean back in the truck, let the redline roar We don't do the Dougie on a hardwood floor! Yeah, teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Everybody in the county looking at my truck Got the mullet in the wind and I’m out of luck! [Verse 1] Got the lifted Ford F-250 sitting in the drive Mud-grip tires keeping country alive Got the Skoal ring printed on my back pocket jeans Best lookin' redneck that you ever seen City boy pulled up in a little blue Prius Talking 'bout his dance steps, lord help Jesus! I said, "Hold my sweet tea, let me park this rig I’m 'bout to show you how to dance at an outlaw dig!" You just tilt your hat left, give a slow nod down Put a hand on your belt, turn your boots around Slap the tailgate twice, let the engine idle high That's the West Texas posture under big blue sky! [Chorus] They be like, "Country, can you teach me how to Haggard?" Put your boots in the dirt, let your silver buckle swagger! Lean back in the truck, let the redline roar We don't do the Dougie on a hardwood floor! Yeah, teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Everybody in the county looking at my truck Got the mullet in the wind and I’m out of luck! [Verse 2] Now my girl's in the passenger, cut-offs tight Drinking sweet tea vodka on a Friday night She likes a dirt road scholar who can work with his hands Not a slick city guy who doesn't understand I got the country rap bumpin' through the dual exhaust Bass so heavy got the livestock lost We ain't popping no bottles with the sparkler lights We just firing up the smoker for the barbecue nights! So if you wanna act tough with your collar popped up You better grab a paper cup and fill it up in my truck! [Bridge] [Banjo Solo] [Shout] Break it down now! Line dance! Left boot! Right boot! Tip the Stetson! Mama tried, boys! Mama tried! [Chorus] They be like, "Country, can you teach me how to Haggard?" Put your boots in the dirt, let your silver buckle swagger! Lean back in the truck, let the redline roar We don't do the Dougie on a hardwood floor! Yeah, teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Teach 'em how to Haggard, teach 'em, teach 'em how to Haggard Everybody in the county looking at my truck Got the mullet in the wind and I’m out of luck! [Outro] [Spoken] That's how you do it. No club dancing needed. Just pure country grit. Turn that engine off, billy. [Guitar Fade Out] [End]
