This Accent

Well, you can take my truck, take that old Blue hound. Take that barn in the back, Burn it down to the ground. Well, there's more to me than an F-150, A dog, and a couple bales of hay. That's right. You can take these six strings right out of My hand. Take all these songs, yeah, and shove 'em in A can. And throw 'em in the river, Yeah. I got more than that to say. Well, this is real hand-me-down from my papaw. It's that sweet slow roll and southern drawl. It's my last name, it's where I come from. It's as thick as the whiskey running through my Blood. It ain't just my looks and my good Looks. From my father's father to my father's Son. Yeah, you can take a lot of things from A man. And leave him deep broken-hearted and van. But you ain't never gonna take this accent. Well, it's got a little dirt, it's got a Little rasp. Yeah, them Marlboro Reds, well, They'll do that. So if you're talking 'bout taking things from me, Why don't you take those? Oh, it's Tennessee truth, yeah, Small town proud. It's Sunday prayer coming out of my mouth. Thanking God she said yes when I Proposed. Well, this is real hand-me-down from my papaw. It's that sweet slow roll and southern drawl. It's my last name, it's where I come From. It's as thick as the whiskey running through my Blood. It ain't just my looks and my good Looks. From my father's father to my father's Son. Yeah, you can take lot of things from a Man. And leave him deep broken-hearted and van. But you ain't never gonna take this accent. Well, this is Real hand-me-down from my papaw. It's that sweet slow roll and southern drawl. It's my last name, it's where I come from. It's as thick as the whiskey running through my Blood. It ain't just my looks and my good Looks. From my father's father to my father's son. Yeah, you can take a lot of things from A man. And leave him deep broken-hearted and van. But you ain't never gonna take this accent. But you ain't never gonna take this accent.