Verse 1
Can’t change the roots of my familty tree
I never fit in your high society
Didn’t rent the club while tablecloths were having fried catfish
From uncle Jessies pond
We got Mercedes more than last 10 minutes in the mud
Like a 1987 Chevy pick up truck
When mama mama’s clothes
My mama a pack of barberls
Chorus
oohh
I’m gone
c’mon c’mon
I ain’t drinkin
daddy’s makin
wrong
I’m the bone
I’m gone
gone
Verse 2
a step in a suit
a Friday night and some square boots
You’re the rooftop ballhop sugar and drop
I’m a PBR in step-in in a top
Chorus
oohh
I’m gone
c’mon c’mon
I ain’t drinkin
daddy’s makin
wrong
I’m the bone
I’m gone
gone
Yeah
Don’t key might I’m of what my mama raised
oohh
I’m gone
c’mon c’mon
I ain’t drinkin
daddy’s makin
wrong
I’m the bone
I’m yeah
yeah
ooh ooh
ooh ooh
