Lyrics Backwoods - Justin Moore

Backwoods

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, sipping 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, working 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 backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, working 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
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, working 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