My Way

[Chorus: Young Sullivan]
I kick back like a shotgun waitin' on the sun to fall (Waitin' on the sun to fall)
I hang out like a 12 gauge my granddaddy kept on the wall (Granddaddy kept on the wall)
See the sun don't shine on a dog's ass 'cause the sun don't shine at all (The sun don't shine at all)
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's

[Verse 1: Brahma Bull]
I watch a sunset on the back porch with a whiskey drink
Fire's standing high got everything but the kitchen sink
I turn the news off I'm tired of hearin' all the same old
Let's take it back to the times of fishin' holes and cane poles
Blue ticks hot chicks in that summer heat
Them afternoon storms rollin' through with a thunder beat (Blao)
And granny always gave the best advice (uh huh)
If I had to think twice about rollin' the dice
On a road with no name sweet corn and some grain
We never speed up for anyone but we'll wait on the rain
God family and guns I'm livin' second to none
Don't need a GPS around here we follow the sun
If I say that you're livin' my way then I ain't lyin'
Because I live the way that you do too, but some ain't buyin'
But that's okay you know exactly who we are
Tattooed and scarred we work hard and tip the mason jar

[Chorus: Young Sullivan]
I kick back like a shotgun waitin' on the sun to fall (Waitin' on the sun to fall)
I hang out like a 12 gauge my granddaddy kept on the wall (Granddaddy kept on the wall)
See the sun don't shine on a dog's ass 'cause the sun don't shine at all (The sun don't shine at all)
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's

[Verse 2: Kalan Miller & Paul Roche Jr. of Cypress Spring]
We just some backwoods redneck from out in the sticks
Ain't worried about the cliche hell yeah I'm a hick
I was raised up southern cornbread as it gets
Just some country to the bone on some outlaw shit
12 gauge and deer trails and muscadine
Homemade moonshine that from my bloodline
Heard my papa tell me daddy it's about that time
Smash out in the Chevy cross the county line
I'm just a Florida boy I was born and raised
Don't give a damn what don't you think a damn what you say
Kick back way back on a front porch swing
Watch the sun fade away yeah that's my kinda thing
Let me tell you man, this country life is hard
The only way I get by is with this old guitar
City life ain't for me and neither are the bars
Why y'all starin' at the lights I'll be lookin' at the stars

[Chorus: Young Sullivan]
I kick back like a shotgun waitin' on the sun to fall (Waitin' on the sun to fall)
I hang out like a 12 gauge my granddaddy kept on the wall (Granddaddy kept on the wall)
See the sun don't shine on a dog's ass 'cause the sun don't shine at all (The sun don't shine at all)
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's

I kick back like a shotgun waitin' on the sun to fall (Waitin' on the sun to fall)
I hang out like a 12 gauge my granddaddy kept on the wall (Granddaddy kept on the wall)
See the sun don't shine on a dog's ass 'cause the sun don't shine at all (The sun don't shine at all)
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's
See the sun don't shine on a dog's ass 'cause the sun don't shine at all (The sun don't shine at all)
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's
We do things around here my way and my way's a lot like y'all's