Authentic Lyrics by Hardy Laine
Hardy Laine Lyrics
It's twenty-five miles out of Highway 9
It'll get you to the turn where you're goin'
The dogs come flyin' off that front porch
Soon as that screen door opens
Old Cotton John comes out to the truck
Said, "Son, this here's the good stuff"
These old boys runnin' 'round these fields
Don't want nothin' but the real deal
Well, it's who we are, it's what we do
The way the good Lord meant it
It's in the blood, tires in the mud
It's just the life that we're livin'
It's tried and true, can't buy it new
If you think you can, you don't get it
If it burns your lips when you take a sip
You gonna know that it's authentic
These old boots might look worn out
But they're just gettin' broken
We're living proof of those country songs
Down home and we know it
Well, it's who we are, it's what we do
The way the good Lord meant it
It's in the blood, tires in the mud
It's just the life that we're livin'
It's tried and true, can't buy it new
If you think you can, you don't get it
If it burns your lips when you take a sip
You gonna know that it's authentic
'Cause these old boys runnin' 'round these fields
Don't want nothin' but the real deal
Well, it's who we are, it's what we do
The way the good Lord meant it
It's in the blood, tires in the mud
It's just the life that we're livin'
It's tried and true, can't buy it new
If you think you can, you don't get it
We're born and raised, we're custom-made
We're gonna stay authentic
Yeah, we're born and raised, custom-made, authentic
If it burns your lips, you'll know that it's authentic
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