F Word
Justin Moore
2:45I heard you moved to Music City from L.A. Traded your trap beats for a little twang Tryna make a little money, write some radio country You said it ain't that hard singin' 'bout a bar Jukebox, Jack, Jim, and broken hearts Rhymin' 'round here with cold beer But your smoke screen is real clear I ain't buyin' what you're sellin' right now I'm about to take your brand-new skinny jeans and Put a boot in it Make that tele sing when I smooth bend it Take it on down to the honky-tonk Like a Haggard song If you want this ol' boy to listen You better put a boot in it We can see your BS from a red dirt mile away You ain't foolin' no one with your Realtree or your slang Talkin' like you're one of us But you're more country club I'm about to take your country club (one, two, three) And put a boot in it And make that tele sing when I smooth bend it Take it on down to the honky-tonk Like a Haggard song If you want this ol' boy to listen You better put a boot in it I ain't talkin' 'bout Chelsea's or J's I'm talkin' 'bout cowhides and rattlesnakes And put a boot in it And make that tele sing when I smooth bend it Take it on down to the honky-tonk Like a Haggard song If you want this ol' boy to listen You better put a boot in it You better put a boot in it Better put a boot in it Mm, put a boot in it Or I'ma put a boot in it Straight up in it Well, put a belt buckle in it too Cowboy hat while you're at it