Chords for 02 Boondox - Country Life (Krimson Creek)

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_ _ _ I'm a country locker.
From Poles living, swigging whiskey and mescaline.
Swinging fly swallows, catching trails from that Gatamane.
We on some other level country locker.
Motherfuckers, that's the way I'm giving shit.
They ain't no other motherfuckers.
Give me mosquitoes and a moonlit night.
Give me a red dirt warning, I've been doing all right.
Sitting down by the river, bottle of gristmeal.
Double fisting heaven, fish are dead and climbing heaven's hill.
This is what it's all about, I couldn't ask for nothing better.
Me, myself, I'm high and fucked up, light as a feather.
I hear those crickets chirping, I think I'll lay back and listen.
I got a zine off in the water, but I ain't thinking about fishing.
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This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me.
_ _ _ _ _ _ This is the life _ for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me.
I like them bitches, talk that dirty style slang.
I like them bitches, they be walking straight that dirty style slang.
They be them hoes up on that phone, red chicken and collard greens.
Them hawking bitches, sweet potatoes and red beans.
Wouldn't get a ass like that, pissed off in that baby fast.
Sucking on a ton of pepper, showco in a booty crack.
They come up speaking slow like, I love you.
Always fancy, kinda last damn with something to prove, yeah.
Y'all know them ones from Kentucky and Alabama.
Them farm living Cajun bitches straight out of Louisiana.
The Carolina, Georgia, Florida, even Mississippi.
Country girls with phato asses, acting like they see them titties. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me.
Pussy cunts on 50 yards, bitches booze and get it buzzed.
That's the way we live and drink our liquor straight up out the johns.
Rolling wood with blowing smoke, popping pills until we choke.
One hundred eighty, [G] who's to wash it [F#] down?
And that's all [D] she wrote it, if it kills me, bury me in red clay.
And let it all be [E] catered by the [Dm] old country [D] buffet.
Pass the whiskey bottle, drink it like you're full grown.
And let the bitches dance and fuck it, they get on my cooties, though.
_ _ _ _ This is the _ _ life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me.
_ _ _ _ This is the life _ for me.
Niggas fuck, get it [A] boss, this is the life for [D] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This is the life for me.
Niggas fuck, get it boss, this is the life for