| In our neck of the woods, we fry our chicken in a pan
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| When we see a truck pass by we throw up our hand
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| In our neck of the woods, we crank country in our cars
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| Got a fire and brimstone preacher the dogs run loose in the yard
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| In our neck of the woods
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| All kind of country is full of attitude
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| Born in the heart of a hard workin' man painted red white and blue
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| We’ll punch you in the nose if you get out of line
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| You better know where you’re going 'cause their ain’t no signs
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| In our neck of the woods, our necks bake in the sun
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| 'Cause if we got a job to do you best believe we’ll get it done
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| In our neck of the woods, yeah we may talk slow
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| But actions speaker louder than words, just cross us then you’ll know
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| In our neck of the woods
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| All kind of country is full of attitude
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| Born in the heart of a hard workin' man painted red white and blue
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| We’ll punch you in the nose if you get out of line
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| You better know where you’re going 'cause their ain’t no signs
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| In our neck of the woods
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| All kind of country is full of attitude
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| Born in the heart of a hard workin' man painted red white and blue
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| We’ll punch you in the nose if you get out of line
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| You better know where you’re going 'cause their ain’t no signs
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| In our neck of the woods
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| Yeah in our neck of the woods |