Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boys in the Woods , by - Moccasin Creek. Song from the album Hillbilly Rockstar, in the genre КантриBoys in the Woods |
| Woke up early mornin' cotton mouth like a moccasin |
| Late night ride was runnin' from the cops again (Yeah) |
| '87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit |
| Ridin' nine miles with my dogs, don’t get lit |
| Brahma Bull, Demun Jones and some moonshine |
| Waitin' for a bonehead to walk that old tree line |
| And if he don’t show, we’re headed to the waterin' hole |
| Catch some bluegills from a homemade fishin' pole |
| Take 'em to the camp, fish fry with some dirt necks |
| Drinkin' Hot Damn liquor drinks 'til we get wrecked |
| Pullin' up in an old Trans Am |
| Corey Dammern in the house caught some fish at the dam |
| Got a cooler full of bluegills that just got reeled |
| Two o’clock in the mornin', hot grease in the grill |
| Them boys in the woods run river water deep (Yeah what) |
| And you can catch us chillin' at the Moccasin Creek (Come on) |
| The boys in the woods ride mighty deep |
| All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek |
| You can talk that trash and you can act all hard |
| But I promise you won’t ever trespass in the yard |
| I got two Bluetick’s, we got plenty of guns |
| Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun |
| But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish |
| Because the boys in the woods don’t take no lip |
| Come on |
| Carhartt straw hat, RedHead boot |
| Ready to stomp through the woods, aim and shoot |
| But I woke up at six too late to hunt coons |
| Had to settle for a deer, I skinned it with a spoon |
| See I knew how to swim in a creek when I was seven |
| Full of water moccasins on Highway 11 |
| We played front yard football, no pads on at all |
| If the bone ain’t stickin' out, get back up when you fall |
| Hail Mary every play 'til the sun went down |
| Barefoot kickoff, return, touchdown |
| JC grade GA is where I stay |
| Bring your manners when you come around, we don’t play |
| Because the boys in the woods are always armed |
| When I put on that blaze you better ring the alarm |
| Your buddies ain’t comin' out where we raise hell |
| I’m wearin' nine kinds of camo, I can’t see myself |
| The boys in the woods ride mighty deep |
| All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek |
| You can talk that trash and you can act all hard |
| But I promise you won’t ever trespass in the yard |
| I got two Bluetick’s, we got plenty of guns |
| Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun |
| But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish |
| Because the boys in the woods don’t take no lip |
| Come on |
| Breaker breaker one nine, shotgun ridin' |
| Front porch sippin' rebel flag stays flyin' |
| Coondogs with beer bellies, Hank III blastin' |
| Woke up in the mornin' gonna need a few aspirin |
| Runnin' with the boys 'round here, it’s a lifestyle |
| Field dress 'em in the moonlight, buck knife style |
| Quick cracked glass packs, chewin' on some backstrap |
| And when it’s nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack |
| Raised on the dogs when we drop that tailgate |
| Raised on them hogs, cornbread, and a hot plate |
| Whiskey made of corn, grape jelly from the backyard |
| Fresh scent, now them Beagle’s runnin' like a track star |
| I’m on Yelvington and we let them little doe’s cross |
| T-Wood said hold up, here comes the big hoss |
| Granddaddy big buck, you know that shots good |
| My momma must have been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Moccasin Creek
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Demun Jones