Don’t want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Don’t want no children gettin’ bitten out back
Want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Want no child, sweet child of mine gettin’ bitten out back
In no tall grass
In no tall grass
I have a dream where children don’t know no danger
Well, I have a dream where they’re laughing on the slide
Well, I have a dream where the children don’t know no stranger
Oh no, my flag ain’t flying half mast, oh, my flag’s flying high
Don’t want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Want no children gettin’ bitten out back
Want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Want no child sweet child of mine gettin’ bitten out back
In no tall grass
Do you believe everything you see on TV?
Do you believe that freedom don’t stand a chance?
Listen to me, freedom don’t come freely
If freedom’s what you want, then step outside and cut your grass
Don’t want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Don’t want no children gettin’ bitten out back
Want no snakes
Don’t want no tall grass
Don’t want no child, sweet child of mine gettin’ bitten out back
In no tall grass
Bitten out back
In no tall, tall, tall, tall
Better learn your lesson
Gotta know what you’re protecting
Cut off the rattler, cut off the head
Better watch your back or you’ll wind up dead
No snakes
Want no tall grass
Don’t want no children gettin’ bitten out back
Don’t want no snakes
Want no tall grass
Don’t want no child, sweet child of mine
Don’t want no snakes
Want no tall grass
Don’t want no children gettin’ bitten out back
Want no snakes
Want no tall grass
Want no child, sweet child of mine gettin’ bitten out back
In no tall grass
Bitten out back
In no tall, tall, tall, tall grass
Other lyrics by Chase Rice:
Arkansas
We always went huntin’ on Christmas I was like eight, so I got like three good years of it And uh you know, dad and all them always remembered goin’ on …
Circa 1943
Harold met Berniece circa 1943 That bullet to the leg nearly took him but it took him to her He sure smiled when he came to, looking up into baby blues She said gunny …
Cottonmouth
Driveway full of old trucks, table full of red cups Ten bucks in a Ziploc, trying not to get caught We were young, we were green First time for everything Cottonmouth, …
Country & Western
You stay put in Fort Worth and I hitch up and roam You put boots in your red dirt, and I ain’t got a home But with you, I do Oh, but with you, I do You show me …
Cowboy Goodbye
Since I was ten years old, all I ever wanted Was a golden palomino, saddle up and see how far we could go Six-shooter, boots, and rope got me my first kiss at the …