[Sung]
Dirt road
Cold beer
Blue jeans
Red [bad word] noun, simple adjective
And then when you're not singing you're just kinda talking in the middle like this

No shoes
No shirt
No Jews
You didn't hear that
You also didn't not hear it

I walk and talk like a field hand
But the boots I'm wearing cost five grand
I write songs about riding tractors
From [bad word] of a private jet

I can sing in mandarin
And still know I'm pandering
Hunting deer and chasing trout
Cold Bud Light with the logo facing out

Hear that subtle mandolin
That's textbook pandering
I own a private ranch that I rarely use

[Spoken]
One verse, one [bad word] in the bag
Now it's time to talk to the ladies
I'm hoping my Southern charm offsets all these rape-y vibes I'm puttin' out

[Sung]
Good girl
In a straw hat
With her arms out in a corn field
That's a scarecrow, whoops sorry. Thought that was a human woman

Cold night
Cold beer
Cold jeans
Strike that last one

I want you
I hope you're feeling me
Once again just talking in the middle of it, just talking like this

We go to bed and you doze off
So I take your country girl clothes off
I put my hands on your body
It feels like hay, it's a [bad word] scarecrow again

White mics (?) [bad word] your ears I'm pandering
I write songs for the people who do
Jobs in the towns that I'd never move to

Legalize gerrymandering
Tolerate my pandering
You got a beautiful mouth
I got a beautiful [bad word] 
You dumb [bad word] want a key change?

Thematically meandering
Emphatically pandering
I got a tight grip on my demo's balls
Say the word [bad word]  and they [bad word] in their overalls

You don't know what land you're in
I'm in the land of pandering
And I'll be upfront
I do what I do cause I'm a total [bad word] ry boy