Livin’ Large Down in Dixie

[Intro] Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo [Verse] Wake up, crankin’ the bass up Drinkin’ sweet tea from the back of the airboat Every day feelin’ the same though County line, everybody say so You got a lot on your mind, bro Hop in the pickup, ridin’ through rainstorms Came from the back roads, dirt roads Now everybody wanna know what the name was The wave good, don’t push me Don’t push me, don’t push me You ain’t really built for this, trust me Came from the trailer, it was ugly Came from the swamp, it was muggy The sunshine made us all rusty Feelin’ like a gator on a jet ski She lookin’ like trouble already Yo, girl, you can roll with me Yo, I’m on the porch with a six-piece Yo, I’m on a fishing boat driftin’ Yo, everybody know the mission Yo, we makin’ waves in the distance Yo, she tellin’ stories, they ridiculous Yo, we goin’ up, no permission Yo, I’m showin’ up with the misfits Used to stock shelves at the Target Now it’s tailgates out by the marshes Got a fold-up chair and a cooler And a cousin who swears he’s a lawyer I don’t really care who’s watchin’ Half this county runs on gossip Half this county runs on stubborn The other half runs on assumptions Yo, castin’ lines, bass fish Pullin’ weeds, catfish Yeah, yeah Doin’ our thing, no brakes Every plan turns sideways But we laugh anyway Storm clouds roll, don’t stop us Lightning bugs all around us Somebody lost their flip-flops Somebody jumped a golf cart Saw a lawn chair on a jet ski And honestly, that checks, B Damn, you can bet there’s a story there Everybody pointin’ like, “What is that?” Yeah, we just crack a beer Watch the weather disappear No grand plan this year Just glad that we’re here Got the grill in gear Got the gang in the rear Got the tunes in the air And the smoke everywhere We don’t stand and stare What we got to prove? Nothin’ left to prove Just enjoy the view Just a bunch of fools With a bag of tools And a bad idea That somehow came true [Chorus] Yo, I’m on the porch with a six-piece Yo, I’m on a fishing boat driftin’ Yo, everybody know the mission Yo, we makin’ waves in the distance Yo, she tellin’ stories, they ridiculous Yo, we goin’ up, no permission Yo, I’m showin’ up with the misfits Yo, we livin’ large down in Dixie [Outro] Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo