Suckin' Must Be Country Wide

Suckin' Must Be Country Wide

(Parody of Brantley Gilbert's "Country Must Be Country Wide")

From New York past the Mason Dixon

California to upper Michigan

Fake ass country's playin', that's a fact

They say "Cash" and they mention Waylon

These new boys ain't country, I call that failin'

Me oh my oh; They can all lick my sack

From pressed Wranglers to shined boots

They're nothin' like ol' Chris LeDoux

Whoever said they're badass lied

Yeah, suckin' must be country wide

In every town, there's a station

Playin' Colt Ford, Brantley and Jason

In mini-vans and redneck rides

There's fangirls and fake bikers

Tumblr and Facebook likin'

There ain't a thought in their minds

Suckin' must be country wide

It ain't where, it's what they fake

Outlaw is what they claim, but outlaw they ain't

Real outlaws don't pose on the CMT

Trucks, beer, girls, party and repeat

They crank guitars up loud so you can't fall asleep

on imitation authenticity

And I see what's wrong

Money's what it's about

Here's advice for them all

Keep the Possum's name out of your mouth

In every town, there's a station

Playin' Justin Moore, Church and Jason

In parking lots and river sides

There's douchebags and hick-hoppers

Pretty boys and name droppers

There ain't a thought in their minds

Suckin' must be country wide

In every town, there's a station

Playin' Colt Ford, Brantley and Jason

In mini-vans and redneck rides

There's fangirls and fake bikers

Tumblr and Facebook likin'

There ain't a thought in their minds

Suckin' must be country wide

In every town, there's a station

Playin' Colt Ford, Brantley and Jason

In mini-vans and redneck rides

There's fangirls and fake bikers

Tumblr and Facebook likin'

There ain't a thought in their minds

Put my foot in their behinds

Suckin' must be country wide