| Woke up at 5 am, put on my camouflage
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| Wiped off my .243 and fired up my dodge
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| Headed out to my old deerstand back in the pines
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| Gonna get me a ten point buck with 11 inch tines, yeah
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| Settled in, hiddin from the wind, waitin on the sun
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| You might end up being my supper if you get in the way of my gun
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| It’s so still I can hear the train from ten miles away
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| If I’m here eight hours from now it’ll be ok, yeah
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| Cause I’m a backwoods boy
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| Grew up on a dirt road
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| I’m a backwoods boy
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| With no better place to go Waitin' on a deer, wishin' on a star
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| I’ll always be true to my heart
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| Cause I’m a backwoods boy
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| I’m a backwoods boy
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| Sittin' on the back of Lynches
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| River with a little campfire
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| Sleepin' on the ground, diggin'
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| The sound of a backwoods choir
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| Talkin to the man in the moon
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| Way up in the sky
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| He told me to let my worries
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| Roll on by Cause I’m a backwoods boy
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| Grew up on a dirt road
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| I’m a backwoods boy
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| With no better place to go Waitin' on a deer, wishin' on a star
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| I’ll always be true to my heart
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| Cause I’m a backwoods boy
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| I’m a backwoods boy |