Backwoods Lyrics

Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass
Buck knife on my belt, ain�t no land for sale �round here
Red clay country mud, sippin� on a cold Bud
Blue tick coon hound you know where I�m found

CHORUS
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
Floating 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 a chain I�m stuck

CHORUS
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, son

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, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods

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