Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way of Life, artist - Cypress SpringDate of issue: 14.09.2017
Song language: English
Way of Life |
| Rowdy as they come |
| Proud of where we from |
| It might be the middle of nowhere to some |
| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn |
| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here |
| It’s a way of life |
| Hitting them back roads |
| Riding around with my kin folk |
| Can’t much change we stayed the same |
| Them country boys gon maintain |
| We run dogs outlaws |
| Spot light big frogs |
| Out here these mud bogs |
| Sitting high on them white walls |
| We jacked up in our pickups |
| Got a dime holdin my spit cup |
| She like it when I hit four low |
| Slinging rooster tails to the tree top |
| Look at her say lets roll |
| She looked at me I say hell yeah |
| Certified country girl |
| You know we goin' raise hell |
| And we out here still getting it |
| Backwoods still living it |
| Working hard for what we got |
| Cash flows just spending it |
| Me and my boys turn up for there |
| Turn down for what |
| Hop in the Chevy crank it up |
| Hit the back road |
| Rowdy as they come |
| Proud of where we from |
| It might be the middle of nowhere to some |
| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn |
| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here |
| It’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell yeah (oh whoa) |
| This ain’t the city (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell naw (oh whoa) |
| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life |
| Me and that ol' back road |
| Keep swerving around these tall pines |
| Find a spot pop a top |
| And take a sip of that apple pie |
| I just love the slow pace of living down south |
| Hope I die of old age and buried right here at the house |
| Buddy my bloodline my last name |
| Ain’t shit changed about me |
| With that shotgun ain’t got to aim |
| Keep dranking til I can’t see |
| Living way back in the sticks |
| Nah, I’m good right around me |
| Ya’ll silly folk keep rolling on |
| Hey ya’ll ain’t got to come back |
| Yeah I’m country as a blue tick |
| Boy, I thought I told ya’ll |
| Ain’t riding with no new chick |
| I’m rolling with my road dog |
| Way on past the railroad tracks |
| There’s a road up in the back |
| It winds around away from town |
| Then dwindles down to a two path |
| Riding around them flat woods |
| Sippin on that act good |
| We jack em up and jack em out |
| Ride em out like a lac should |
| All my life I been broke |
| Like white trash it’s a big joke |
| Grew up countin them fence posts |
| And take care of our kin folk |
| Rowdy as they come |
| Proud of where we from |
| It might be the middle of nowhere to some |
| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn |
| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here |
| It’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell yeah (oh whoa) |
| This ain’t the city (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell naw (oh whoa) |
| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life |
| Flinging up mud through the country side |
| Tearing up jaws of that apple pie |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed we stayed the same |
| It’s a country boy way of life |
| Kicking up dust just me and my crew |
| Keg full of beer with nothing to do |
| Sittin back watching time fly |
| It’s a country boy way of life |
| Rowdy as they come |
| Proud of where we from |
| It might be the middle of nowhere to some |
| But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn |
| Cause we ain’t gonna change round here |
| It’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell yeah (oh whoa) |
| This ain’t the city (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa) |
| Hell naw (oh whoa) |
| Ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa) |
| Round here it’s a way of life |