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 c*** hound you know where I’m found out in the
CHORUS
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 the chain I’m stuck out in the
CHORUS
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
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, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods