Swagging

Blackwill 501 Country boy swag

Is in the building. So, swagging to the right ,swagging to let. Swag with the best of us SWAG

Swag, swag, country boy swag

Boots in the dirt, jeans never lag

Swag to the right, baseball cap turn to the right

Swag through the city, no haters in sight

Born in the sticks, raised with the grain

Tractor tires spin, mud like champagne

Rock Revivals stitched, hat tipped to the crowd, these country girls getting loud

Country boy swag, chest puffin' proud

Swag, swag, country boy swag

Mud on my kicks, trails never drag

Swag to the left, big trucks rolling tight with the neon lights. This is how we roll on a Friday night

Swag with the best of them, shining like a light bright in the sky

Swag

Fireflies blink, rhythm out the barn

Horsepower dance, charm like alarm

We keep it 501, woo pig sooie for life, 1denim sewn to ride

Every pocket swagged with that country boy vibe

Crickets in the choir, bass in the thrum

Country roads hummin’, man, you know where I’m from

501 to the I die

Swagger in my step, the dirt is my stage

Flannels match the setting sun’s fiery rage

Swag, swag, country boy swag

Bonfire’s lit, and we full of that shine, the that fire smoke fills the air got us spitting that brag

Swag to the right, moon sitting high

Swagging this Arkansas shit, till the day I die

Swag

Swag, swag, country boy swag

Boots in the dirt, jeans never lag

Swag to the right, baseball cap turn to the right

Swag through the city, no haters in sight

501 to the I die

Blackwill

Country boy swag, and we are out

Swag