Lost Trailers - Gravy Lyrics
Why does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayGot a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on SaturdayOh, don't mind me, I mean no harmJust trying to save the family farmThe bank came out and chained the gatesPapa can't handle them interest ratesWell, my mama cried, my grandma criedGrandpa would've cried, but he done diedBut he gave me a bag before he saw the lightHe said, "Plant these seeds if times get tight, boy"Why does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayGot a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on SaturdayWhy does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayGot a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on SaturdayYou say you want itYou say you need itYou come by on SaturdayWell, man, I hope they don't legalize itI make more cake when I got to hide itI get loco row by row, put the Hank on, and we do-si-doMy mama said, "Boy, you're goin' straight to hell"Till I brought the money back, said, "Damn, that sells"Had the farm paid off in fifty three daysNow, it's time to go raise some caineCall my cowgirls, get 'em outThat's how we roll in the dirty South, y'allWhy does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayI got a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on SaturdayWhy does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayI got a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on SaturdayYou say you want itYou say you need itYou come by on SaturdayTo all my cowgirls around the worldPut your hands up and start to swirlHit them hips when you get one-eightyShake them grits, let's make some gravyTo all my cowgirls around the worldPut your hands up and start to swirlHit them hips when you get one-eightyShake them grits, let's make some gravyI said, all my cowgirls around the worldPut your hands up and start to swirlHit them hips when you get one-eightyShake them grits, let's make some gravyI said, all my cowgirls around the worldPut your hands up and start to swirlHit them hips when you get one-eightyShake them hips, let's make some gravyThat's right, girlsShake itWhy does everybody hate on me'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own wayGot a bottle and a bag of seedYou can come on Saturday
