Lyrics:
Bass Country

She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow And she sleeps in

Traditional Oh she was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree But she loved him oh so tenderly Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps

money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I bald, Kimo Dropped a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd a thought a country

all know what time it is, this rock the party Pass me some Belvedere, pass me a mic up here Take it to another level Focus, turn that beat up, give me bass

, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I ball, Kimo Drop the mix tape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd have thought a country

I like to give, don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated Well let's cook it up, we don't refrigerate it But back to the country

re white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureish Whether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammer You a city hood or you're just country bammer When,

country mile Now little brother has done gone on but I'll rejoin him in a song We'll be together again up yonder in a while (Daddy sang bass, mama sang

country mile Now little brother has done gone on But I'll rejoin him in a song We'll be together again up yonder in a little while Daddy sang bass,