| Down Yonder where the cops don’t go is where I live life
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| There’s a no trespassing sign on the fence post and guns are in plain sight
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| We’re baptized in muddy water but we sip on the Holy kind
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| Yea I love living Down Yonder on the forgotten side
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| We can still skin a buck and run a trotline
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| Them whiskey stills, still distilling that moonshine
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| We can switch out rims and change our brake lines
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| Or grow a field full of berries for that homemade wine
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| But buddy if you decide to show up without an invite
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| And it’s in the middle of the night then you sure better flash your lights
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| Cause the things happening out here ain’t quite legal
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| But it ain’t the people you oughta fear
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| Nah it’s them guns and dogs, bear traps and hogs
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| Ball bats and calls echoing from one ridge to the next
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| We don’t involve the law, we get problems solved
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| And keep it hush hush till the bones dissolve
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| Down Yonder where the cops don’t go is where I live life
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| There’s a no trespassing sign on the fence post and guns are in plain sight
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| We’re baptized in muddy water but we sip on the Holy kind
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| Yea I love living Down Yonder on the forgotten side
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| We can plant it, grow it, raise it, kill it
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| It ain’t worth eating if you can’t fit it in a cast iron skillet
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| We can cut it, chop it, break it, build it
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| Then dry our crops out in that homemade building
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| Too many people like to talk about what they know nothing bout
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| If you won’t talk down to my face then go ahead and close your mouth
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| Cause we ain’t racist
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| Nah that hatred you place is misplaced it’s, it’s really simple
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| I respect those who respect me, can’t stand a dead beat
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| Work hard to make ends meat to provide for your family
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| Living off in them hollers taught a young’n how to come up
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| So I’ve been chasing after them dollars ever since I was just a young pup
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| Down Yonder where the cops don’t go is where I live life
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| There’s a no trespassing sign on the fence post and guns are in plain sight
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| We’re baptized in muddy water but we sip on the Holy kind
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| Yea I love living Down Yonder on the forgotten side |