[Intro]
No freedom (No freedom)
Just fuck with a country boy now
I'm just out here with my kinfolk, ya feel me?
Take the kid out the country
You can't take the country out the kid
Yeah
I been on them dirt roads (Yeah)
I been swervin' on that gravel (Yeah)
I been on that number seven, ya feel me? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye, aye, aye
We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet

[Verse 1]
I grew up in a small town
Camouflage and bloodhounds
Cheap beer and pickups and dirt bikes and shotguns
Moved out of the prairies, left my heart out on them back roads (True)
Hooked up with some bikers, went to hell and back with those angels
And then I made it Alberta
Lost too many friends of mine to overdose and murder
Ended up in letters, left the rest of it behind
I don't got time to get arrested, all my homies doing time
Wear your heart out on your sleeve again and my whole team is heart attackin'
Cut that shit right off your arm and let you keep your leather jacket
We been on some ride or die or don't and live forever shit
And everyone has made the choice to pass away eventually
[Chorus]
We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling country tunes like

[Post-Chorus]
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (That's true)
Country folk and the fact that some city kids rep the tar

[Verse 2]
Lookin' like some 'bout lives
We don't give no fucks about lives
Workin' on our art skills anytime the guns drawn
We shoot your ass then leave you in the creek, you a swamp monster
Merk you and leave you in the water, call that murky waters
Neighbor wasn't psychic, she could never read my palms
Cause the world was in my hands since we met when I was young
Where I'm from you just run inside every time the trucks came
City kids should fall back like summer camp playing trust games, ah
You a lion by yourself, you got no pride (No pride)
Toss you off a cliff, you do a nose dive in low tide
My country boys will take you the woods and you won't walk away
My gang is full of Mike Tysons and everyday is boxing day
Made it to the city with my nose ring and my money
Agri in my heart still and whiskey in my luggage
Super rugged like a trucker, I got wild meat in my stomach
I cut my teeth on gangster shit, I been bitin' the bullet, bitch
[Chorus]
We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling country tunes like

[Post-Chorus]
Aye
A-aye, aye, uh
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (That's true)
Country folk and the fact that some city kids rep the tar