Nope, I ain't a killer but don't push me
You see, my hogs won't talk like them dogs on them [?]
I walk away with a grin, bitch
You chuckleheads are like some hotel beds, you make my skin itch
So stay from round here homie
This ain't Old Town Road for y'all phonies
Naw, they disappear around here
You can bet ya last dollar they don't miss around here
Past the highway to the river bottom west to the creek
You can find I'm all lying like that Hillary bitch
Nosy folk keep trying and I'm betting you this
The [?] find you was a definite miss, huh
A gambling man, I'm counting my chips
I'm at the riverbank homie if you making the trip
You gonna walk away lonely if you talking your shit
I'll throw your head just like a rock and count the number of skips

Down by the river, where art thou?
In the holler, don't start now
You put the horse before the cart now
But you ain't got no aces, little buddy put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't got no aces bitch, go and put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't no gambling man

See the sun goes down and the fog gets thicker
Guns come out, them feathers drunk on liquor
Smoke in the air from the dope [?]
Got a brand new mix, breed dog named trigger
Cousin named [?] staying shotgun ready
My brother named Sam with a hand so steady
A whole patch of land runs down to the levee
Past the hill to the left by that old bogged Chevy
I gamble every day [?] you will never play
We up in these hills, you may not ever see another day
Bitch we know no other way, naw it's just another day
So if you ain't from round these parts then take your ass the other way

Down by the river, where art thou?
In the holler, don't start now
You put the horse before the cart now
But you ain't got no aces, little buddy put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't got no aces bitch, go and put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't no gambling man

Now they looking at me funny when they see us ride through
Broken ship with no money, yup the whole damn crew
Got a nickel for my thoughts, got a couple bucks too
I smell the [?] on the hills, shit call it mountain dew
You know the drill, deep woods with my honkeys
Last group hauled ass like a truck full of donkeys
Down that old dirt road
In dead ends and the pins where the hogs are[?]
When that tough shit starts, the weak gon' leave
Slaughterhouse and a gun and a couple of trees
From a couple of seeds that were given to me
Cultivated to perfection, take a toke and you'll see

Down by the river, where art thou?
In the holler, don't start now
You put the horse before the cart now
But you ain't got no aces, little buddy put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't got no aces bitch, go and put your cards down
Go and put your cards down
You ain't no gambling man