Brown-Eyed Devil

[CHAIN PULL]

“Brown-eyed devil ridin’ dirty in the deep!”

For Muddy South Music—and not a damn peep

[GROWL DROP] Brown-eyed devil ridin' dirty in the deep!

[CLANK] Muddy South thump—wake a corpse from sleep

We don’t break, we flex—still smell like work, y’all

[RIFLE CLICK] Fuck the rest—we gon’ outlast 'em all

Tight jeans hug like a grip on chrome

She blaze up heat when we home alone

She don't play—she just load, then lead

A mother, a queen, and a problem if need

Chrome shine sharp, she done raised them boys

Then lit a Black & Mild and played with noise

Kitchen full of lead and love and grit—

Muddy South queen—don’t tell her shit

[GROWL DROP] Brown-eyed devil ridin' dirty in the deep!

[CLANK] Muddy South thump—wake a corpse from sleep

We don’t break, we flex—still smell like work, y’all

[RIFLE CLICK] Fuck the rest—we gon’ outlast 'em all

I’ll turn them dogs out—Walker hound, Toby Keith, boy

Sound off loud like a broke-down decoy

Drums hit raw, got the field on edge—

Make a preacher cuss, make the sheriff hedge

Boots got gravel from the Mississippi fights

My truck bleed red from them late-night rites

Ain’t no game—it’s backroad lore

Ain’t no fame—we do it 'cause we poor

Brown-eyed devil ridin' dirty in the deep!

[CHAIN SNAP] Still smell like work, never missed a beat

We don’t pray, we plot, then eat—

[FIREWORK SPARK] Fuck the rest, it’s the Muddy South fleet

[DEEP BREATH FX]

…still smell like work, y’all