| Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
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| It’s something in the water mixed with the mud
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| We get a little wild way out down here
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| Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
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| Lookin' for a good time and that’s about it
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| It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks
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| We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
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| Hey y’all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
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| After party after the football game with Charlie
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| Already had that drink in my truck they called it the best Ford on wheels
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| Lordy, how many times on that back forty do we sit and laugh until the mornin'
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| Pourin' cups up, throwing down, slammin' them shots or funnelin'
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| Deep down in the country, with about a hundred youngins
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| Runnin' around havin' fun hopin' the law didn’t come
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| We were livin' day to day, we just relaxed and played
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| That us that is ways of a backwoods boy, yeah
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| We drove around town 'til we had everyone around down
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| To go to the river and down all the problems with the bottle of Crown
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| We were sittin' on a mound of rocks, grillin' meat by the pound
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| Tops off talkin' tough until we were found
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| Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
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| It’s something in the water mixed with the mud
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| We get a little wild way out down here
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| Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
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| Lookin' for a good time and that’s about it
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| It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks
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| We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
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| Hey y’all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
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| Once upon a time I was out flyin' down a line talkin' about zip cord Good Lord
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| I was in for more than I bargained for
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| Hit the river at sixty-five, hit the bottom thought I died
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| Come up and to my surprise I’m alive, alright
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| Livin' life to the fullest, never been much on a punk or bully
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| Helpin' others out any chance you can
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| 'Cause you never know when the time comes that you’ll be
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| In a situation that you need help, if it don’t when it comes up
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| You’ll be stuck lookin' up askin' why it had to happen to you
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| Karma, I’m afraid of that myself, 'cause my son acts just like his father
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| And yeah, I’m about to pay for my raisin'
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| I’m afraid that the day’s gon' come when an officer brings him up
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| And says I’ma let him tell you what’s up and all my son says is
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| Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
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| It’s something in the water mixed with the mud
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| We get a little wild way out down here
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| Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
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| Lookin' for a good time and that’s about it
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| It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks
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| We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
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| Hey y’all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
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| Man I’m reminiscin' wishin' I owned me a time machine
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| Lookin' at these pictures we sittin' sippin' that I believe
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| Memories, knee deep, that’s where y’all able to find me
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| I be with a cup in my hand like it was my IV V-V-V-V-V-V
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| Growin' up in the south yeah it runs in my blood
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| It’s something in the water mixed with the mud
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| We get a little wild way out down here
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| Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer
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| Lookin' for a good time and that’s about it
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| It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks
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| We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise
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| Hey y’all we just some of them good old backwoods boys
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| We just some backwoods boys yeah
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| We just some backwoods boys
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| Some backwoods boys
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| Some backwoods boys
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| Some backwoods boys mhm yeah |