Fish Grease - Danny Boone

Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Started at the bottom

Just a bunch of average Joes

From the country makin music

Tryin to be like our heroes

Took it to them rural areas

Those city folks don’t go

Plantin seeds out in the sticks

And hope that they would one day grow

Bubba said it’s gon get ugly

And I’ll be damned, lo and behold

Brand new string of country twang

Homeboy, they call it southern soul

Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Now we got everybody watchin

Took the show and hit the road

Got em comin out the woods

On ATVs and 4X4s

Drinkin whiskey, rebel yellin

Head to toe in mossy oak

Got them swampers rooster tailin

When they make it rain for sure

From the dirty where it’s mucky

To up north to where it snows

Baby, I want to get muddy from the east to the west coast

Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Look at how the industry takin notice

Well, it ain’t gonna work is what they told us

Wall Street Journal sniffin around

They wanna know about the mud

The jacked up drugs The camo, the ammo, artillery

And all about the backwoods distilleries

Man, we killin it

Hip hop drums with a little Nashville in it

Now who’s dumb

Gotta keep it knockin like a workboot in a dryer

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars

Gotta keep it bumpin like an Alabama dirt road

Fish grease

That’s just how hot we are, hot we are

How we gonna bury all the mason jars