I know its true

Johnson County's got a real long line just a-leadin' right out of jail

And I got people up and down this old dirt road just a-ready to raise some hell

This ain't my small-town swager I still got a ways to go, before it hits the ground

I ain't no goddamn redneck and I ain't dead yet, I'm troubled just to stick around

You don't give a damn about me or the point I'm trying to make

Three whole years fuck being free, I had to stand up and say

I feared God, but not the way that I did fear you

I got played a card that I didn't even want, good Lord, I know it's true

Shotgun shells caught the back seat of my goddamn pickup truck

Ain't no wick card got shit on these hands, but I was running clean out of luck