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Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. Oh don't mind me I mean no harm I'm just tryin' to save the family farm The bank came out and chained the gate Cause Papa can't handle them interest rates Well my Mama cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa woulda cried but he done died But he gave me a bag before he saw the light Said plant these seeds if times get tight, boy Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. You say you want it You say you need it Just come by on Saturday Well man I hope they don't legalize it I make more cake when I gotta hide it I get loco row by row Put the Hank on and we do-si-do Mama said "Boy you goin' straight to hell" Till I brought the money back She said "Damn that sells" Had the farm paid off in 53 days Now it's time to go raise some kane Call my cowgirls and get 'em out That's how we roll in the Dirty South, ya'll Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. You say you want it You say you need it Just come by on Saturday To all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them Grits let's make some gravy I said all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them Grits let's make some gravy I said all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them Grits let's make some gravy I said all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them Grits let's make some gravy That's right girls Shake it Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. |
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