Gravy Lyrics - Lost Trailers

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

Got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday 

Oh, don't mind me, I mean no harm 

Just trying to save the family farm 

The bank came out and chained the gates 

Papa can't handle them interest rates 

Well, my mama cried, my grandma cried 

Grandpa would've cried, but he done died 

But he gave me a bag before he saw the light 

He said, "Plant these seeds if times get tight, boy" 

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

Got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday 

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

Got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday 

You say you want it 

You say you need it 

You come by on Saturday 

Well, man, I hope they don't legalize it 

I make more cake when I got to hide it 

I get loco row by row, put the Hank on, and we do-si-do 

My mama said, "Boy, you're goin' straight to hell" 

Till I brought the money back, said, "Damn, that sells" 

Had the farm paid off in fifty three days 

Now, it's time to go raise some caine 

Call my cowgirls, get 'em out 

That's how we roll in the dirty South, y'all 

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

I got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday 

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

I got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday 

You say you want it 

You say you need it 

You 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 one-eighty 

Shake them grits, let's make some gravy 

To all my cowgirls around the world 

Put your hands up and start to swirl 

Hit them hips when you get one-eighty 

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 one-eighty 

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 one-eighty 

Shake them hips, let's make some gravy 

That's right, girls 

Shake it 

Why does everybody hate on me 

'Cause I'm young, comin' up my own way 

Got a bottle and a bag of seed 

You can come on Saturday