B.F.E. - Charlie Farley

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it

We do what we want, never need a reason

And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt

It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns

We got them boats and guns

Them dogs that’ll run anything around

Man you can’t beat B.F.E.

Yea I’m that slow talking, pot hole road riding, tobacco spitting,

shit kicking kind

And I’m from a throwback town in a trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one

stop sign

When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles but if it comes to sparking

I got a desert eagle

Who cares about being legal we grown them trees that’ll leave a blind man

Leaving here seeing and a def man hearing voices

We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind

My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel

Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the

incase shit

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it

We do what we want, never need a reason

And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt

It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns

We got them boats and guns

Them dogs that’ll run anything around

Man you can’t beat B.F.E.

Ya’ll may live around trees, I live in them

Got hard work in my genes and I ain’t talking denim

Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow

There goes dinner, shoot it, skin it, then feast

I can rock to Judas Priest or hip hop with boys that beast

While walking through molted leaves, we ain’t as backwards as it seems

We just do us and don’t fuss about what you think about what we do

We’re too busy building a house and laying down roots to give a hoot who gives

a hoot about me

Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles got a sling, I’m clean as a whistle on

an official

Matter of fact, make it official

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it

We do what we want, never need a reason

And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt

It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns

We got them boats and guns

Them dogs that’ll run anything around

Man you can’t beat B.F.E.