Backwoods Lyrics

Rifle in a gun rack hangin' in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale around here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound, you know where I'm found
Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods, yes sir
Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floatin' that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35's and a lift kit, how stuck can you get? Ain't that just my luck, where's the chain? I'm stuck
Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods
Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the holler, son, out in the backwoods