Guess we was born.
Years too late.
Willie and Shine knew the old school kind.
Kick it like they kicked it back in '69.
Get out that vinyl.
Drop a needle down.
We're out in the field, just straight chillin'.
Party at the leanin' tower cold beer killin'.
If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey.
You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy.
Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy.
Peace, Love and Dixie.
Holla if you're with me.
Peace, Love and Dixie.
They call it what you want.
Say what you wanna say.
If you want sticks and stones, country Rock and Roll.
Born in the USA, well then I suppose.
And drop a tailgate down.
With hotties in tow, speakers bout to blow.
Pour some TC3 at your radio.
If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey.
You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy.
Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy.
Peace, Love and Dixie. ... .
If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey.
You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy.
Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy. (Peace, Love and Dixie).
If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey.
You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy.
Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy.
Peace, Love and Dixie.
Holla if you're with me.
Peace, Love and Dixie.
End.
