Letras Stabbin Cabin - Charlie Farley, Danny Boone

Stabbin Cabin

Welcome to the stabbin cabin\nIt’s goin' down like snow in Aspen\nPoker chips stacked up\nWhiskey in the dixie cup\nWe got a cold beer and a dirty mattress\nPlus we got a fire you can see for miles\nPlus we got a life and we live it loud\nTrucks are jacked up we are from the south\nBuckle up boys it’s goin' down\nHey, my papaw made it back in the days when\nI was just a baby now it’s like my Days Inn\nWeekends drinkin buy in\nFriends keepin me entertained they all in\nEvery game every session we playin' poker\nYou make you rich or broke\nWe go in like gophers soffas are nonexistent\nWe own uh are you with it well then lets get on one\nCome on get in here its so fun\nCome on join in and if you wanna rope one\nIf you don’t fine care we don’t bar none\nGalla party all night in them hills\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin\nVodka slash beer slash tequilla checkmate\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin\nCigarette cigarillos in cherry or grape\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin\nIt’s goin' down like snow in Aspen\nPoker chips stacked up\nWhiskey in the dixie cup\nWe got a cold beer and a dirty mattress\nPlus we got a fire you can see for miles\nPlus we got a life and we live it loud\nTrucks are jacked up we are from the south\nBuckle up boys its goin' down\nWhat goes on here stays here Vegas\nWhether it’s cool calm or just crazy\nNo pool you be wet from sweatin'\nThe fire rekindles then you’ll be forgettin'\nWe’ll be regrettin these lesson learned\nOut of pure perfection tequila worm\nGood drink bad drink now we throwin out\nMy drink your dank and we throwin down\nParty up on the hill next to the still\nI’m copin a feel from someone girlfriend for real\nStart poppin' the pills cause I got a lot to give\nI’m rollin off of the bluff without a trainin' wheel\nAt the stabbin cabbin jack jim jose and 40 creed checkmate\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin long nights we livin\nLife out in the hills we stray\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin\nIt’s goin' down like snow in Aspen\nPoker chips stacked up\nWhiskey in the dixie cup\nWe got a cold beer and a dirty mattress\nPlus we got a fire you can see for miles\nPlus we got a life and we live it loud\nTrucks are jacked up we are from the south\nBuckle up boys its goin' down\nD Boone party with Charlie Farley\nGettin' more smoked out than Mr. Marley probably\nWith a bunch of half naked little shorties\nShakin their talents whillin' out loud\nTaki’n Jager straight we in the boonies boys\nFull moon we’ll be makin' noise till day break\nHopped in the truck whicha\nTo the top of the hill pulled up and he told me\nWelcome to the stabbin cabin\nIt’s goin' down like snow in Aspen\nPoker chips stacked up\nWhiskey in the dixie cup\nWe got a cold beer and a dirty mattress\nPlus we got a fire you can see for miles\nPlus we got a life and we live it loud\nTrucks are jacked up we are from the south\nBuckle up boys its goin' down