Backroads Life Songtext

And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life

I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin' it goin'
Under Lad bridge since I was old enough to what? Hold a paddle
Passin' cattle while paddlin' faster cause it's getting late
I'm a master at holdin' three point two ounces throwin' baits
That's right, I chugalug, while chuggin' my bug on the lake
I keep a bubba jug close in case the game warden shows his face
That is if there ain't an exit 'cause if I can I will escape
Skate away to a place where I'm straight and safe
We're lovers rather than fighters
But trust me you don't want to try us
We'll fight you but afterwards buy you a what?
A round of your choice
We talk in a low tone of voice
That's right that's them southern boys
Playin' in God's land and glad to be part of God's plan

Sunset in the background never gets old Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land
Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer
Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life

A simple man who raised up on days that passed on
So when I'm ridin' probably vibin' to a Cash song
Makes me think about grand daddy creepin' in his Jon boat
Mixin' up a Crown and Coke, sittin' up in that honey hole
So now I know the river like the back of my hand
And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand
Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night
Just another story of my backroads life

I'm just a backroads eighties baby
Made in the country like grits and gravy
Some of y'all still call me crazy
Thank God the country raised me
Say them boys done came on up
Seen a lot of things since kickin' up mud
I appreciate (Yup) all the love
My country veins pump country blood
Gave y'all something so y'all could ride
Been a country boys paradise
One-ninety proof, now let it shine
Been doin' this here since ninety-nine
Them city folks, they don't understand it
Chillin' in my country mansion
Double wide trailer on some land
I've been knocked down but I'm still standin'

Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land
Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer
Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life

Noodlin' catfish and muddin', yes sir I am that Southern
We make deals without paperwork
Out in the hills, fresh killed meat on the grill
Ten fingers deep in the ribs of an ole ten point deer A.K.A. buck 'round here
Racks on the front of our trucks, got the balls on the stick shift
Packin' our lips up with snuff, give it up for that Red Seal (Yeah)
Ain't nothing quite like fishing in the evenin'
When the sun is glistenin' on the water settin', fallin', fallin'
Behind the tree line or runnin' trout lines in the mornin'
With papaw hopin' to pull in some more
Of them flat heads 'cause we wanna have a fish fry
That's the life that's the why, what, where, how, I love this place
Give it up y'all 'Cause this is paradise

Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land
Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer
Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life