Backwoods Boys Songtext

Already had that drink in my truck they called it the best Ford on wheels
Lordy, how many times on that back forty do we sit and laugh until the mornin'
Pourin' cups up, throwing down, slammin' them shots or funnelin'
Deep down in the country, with about a hundred youngins
Runnin' around havin' fun hopin' the law didn't come
We were livin' day to day, we just relaxed and played
That us that is ways of a backwoods boy, yeah
We drove around town 'til we had everyone around down
To go to the river and down all the problems with the bottle of Crown
We were sittin' on a mound of rocks, grillin' meat by the pound
Tops off talkin' tough until we were found

Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
It's something in the water mixed with the mud
We get a little wild way out down here
Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
Lookin' for a good time and that's about it
It's the way that it is when you live in the sticks
We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
Hey y'all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
Once upon a time I was out flyin' down a line talkin' about zip cord Good Lord I was in for more than I bargained for
Hit the river at sixty-five, hit the bottom thought I died
Come up and to my surprise I'm alive, alright
Livin' life to the fullest, never been much on a punk or bully
Helpin' others out any chance you can
'Cause you never know when the time comes that you'll be
In a situation that you need help, if it don't when it comes up
You'll be stuck lookin' up askin' why it had to happen to you
Karma, I'm afraid of that myself, 'cause my son acts just like his father
And yeah, I'm about to pay for my raisin'
I'm afraid that the day's gon' come when an officer brings him up
And says I'ma let him tell you what's up and all my son says is

Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
It's something in the water mixed with the mud
We get a little wild way out down here
Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
Lookin' for a good time and that's about it
It's the way that it is when you live in the sticks
We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
Hey y'all we just some of them good old backwoods boys

Man I'm reminiscin' wishin' I owned me a time machine
Lookin' at these pictures we sittin' sippin' that I believe
Memories, knee deep, that's where y'all able to find me
I be with a cup in my hand like it was my IV V-V-V-V-V-V

Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
It's something in the water mixed with the mud
We get a little wild way out down here
Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
Lookin' for a good time and that's about it
It's the way that it is when you live in the sticks
We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
Hey y'all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
We just some backwoods boys yeah
We just some backwoods boys
Some backwoods boys
Some backwoods boys
Some backwoods boys mhm yeah