Hands Up

[Chorus: C-Hubb]
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
K.Y., both Virginias, let me see them hands
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
Homegrown folk from the woods
Get up out your seats if you feelin' good
And let me see them hands

[Verse 1: C-Hubb]
See them hands? See this cup
That's straight Jack and it ain't been cut
I tilt back then I drive my truck
Down backroads like I can't be touched
All my friends wanna get turned up
Like a bottle full of Brown when it's in my clutch
So if I say go or give thumbs up
Every son-bitch in this room goes nuts
Loose your mind, grind them teeth
Got a bowie knife pull it out that sheath
And if a motherfucker wanna test if Tiller Gang can get inspected hard
Tiller Gang can show you what you mean
Show what you mean, put them hands up
Show 'em who's the boss, Tony Danza
Show up at the bar with my boes in the damn truck bed
Get drunk disappearing like a phantom (Yeah)
Three stars on my flag pole (Yeah)
Four wheels on them backroads (Yeah)
Get down how you want to man but don't act like an asshole
Popin' weave like a hairdo (Yeah)
Pullin' over? Don't care to (Nah)
Got a country girl by my side, she got an ass like a mare mule
But I ain't no jackass (Nah) I ain't got no hooves (Nah)
I'm a man with some daggum hands I put 'em up what's good
Oh five to the 5-0 (Fuck 'em) catch me if you could
And if you act like a stick in the mud
I'ma chop that wood son-bitch

[Chorus: C-Hubb]
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
K.Y., both Virginias, let me see them hands
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
Homegrown folk from the woods
Get up out your seats if you feelin' good
And let me see them hands

[Verse 2: Fatt Tarr]
Back in the day when I drank Jager-bombs 'til I could barely stand
I'd get my hands on a handle of the damn Jack Daniels and I'd be a man
Got a caravan of girl's who'd come along
And we'd leap frog in the sheets from dusk 'til dawn
We turn this shit down you can tell them hogs that we best go on
Got me feelin' like my pawpaw but you better fill my glass tall
Put your hand in the air like you don't really care
Like you sittin' in the chair watchin' NASCAR
That's right I'm county well and I'm raisin' hell and I'm chasin' tail and all that
Watch me bait the hook and then sink the line and come back with a big old cat
'Cause old tadpole man's in the back with the Jack in his lap lookin' like he's a Jap from the weed
Truck jacked up so it seems that we're rollin' through on a trapeze
Talkin' 'bout rollin' rollin' coal
Talkin' 'bout blow that, blow that dough
Talkin' 'bout little redneck boy go
Talkin' 'bout god damnit redneck go
Take off them pants, dance, put 'em in the ambulance
Mother trucker's what's up? City boys stand no chance
Talkin' 'bout standin' I'ma fall down
If they call the law then it's on y'all now
Hands up let's have a ball now
Grab you a big old chaw now

[Chorus: C-Hubb]
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
K.Y., both Virginias, let me see them hands
Tennessee, Alabama, let me see them hands
Florida, Georgia, Cakalacks, let me see them hands
M-I-crooked-crooked, let me see them hands
Homegrown folk from the woods
Get up out your seats if you feelin' good
And let me see them hands