| Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets
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| But I do know a little bit about where I come from
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| That’s that CO, yeah you know country
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| Sunset in the background never gets old
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| Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
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| And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am
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| Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land
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| Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer
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| Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
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| And we all pray at night that we will get by
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| Just another story of my backroads life
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| I’m a Cossatot river runner been floatin' it goin'
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| Under Lad bridge since I was old enough to what? |
| Hold a paddle
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| Passing cattle while paddlin' faster cause it’s getting late
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| I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bait
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| That’s right, I chugalug, while chuggin' my bug on the lake
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| I keep a bubba jug close in case the game warden shows his face
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| That is if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape
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| Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe
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| We’re lovers rather than fighters
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| But trust me you don’t want to try us
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| we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what?
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| A round of your choice
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| We talk in a low tone of voice
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| That’s right that’s them southern boys
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| Playing in God’s land and glad to be part of God’s plan
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| Sunset in the background never gets old
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| Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
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| And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am
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| Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land
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| Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer
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| Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
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| And we all pray at night that we will get by
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| Just another story of my backroads life
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| A simple man raised up on days that passed on
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| So when I’m riding probably vibin' to a Cash song
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| Makes me think about grand daddy
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| Creeping in his jon boat
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| Mixing up a Crown and Coke
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| Sitting up in that honey hole
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| So now I know the river like the back of my hand
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| And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand
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| Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night
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| Just another story of my backroads life
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| I’m just a back roads eighties baby
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| Made in the country like grits and gravy
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| Some of y’all still call me crazy
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| Thank God the country raised me
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| Say them boys done came on up
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| Seen a lot of things since kicking up mud
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| I appreciate all the love
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| My country veins pump country blood
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| Gave y’all something so y’all could ride
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| It’s been a country boys paradise
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| One-ninety proof, now let it shine
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| Been doing this here since ninety-nine
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| Them city folks, they don’t understand it
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| Chilling in my country mansion
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| Double wide trailer on some land
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| I’ve been knocked down
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| But I’m still standing
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| Sunset in the background never gets old
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| Got some dirt on my boots
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| Mud tires on the road
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| And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am
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| Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land
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| Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer
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| Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
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| And we all pray at night that we will get by
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| Just another story of my backroads life
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| Noodlin' catfish and muddling
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| Yes sir I am that Southern
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| We make deals
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| Without paperwork
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| Out in the hills
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| Fresh killed meat
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| On the grill
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| Ten fingers deep in the ribs
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| Of an ole ten point deer
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| A.K. |
| a buck round here
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| Racks on the front of our trucks
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| Got the balls on the stick shift
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| Packing our lips up with snuff
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| Give it up for that red seal
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| Ain’t nothing quite like fishing in the evening
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| When the sun is glistening
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| On the water setting, falling, falling
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| Behind the tree line
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| Or running trout lines in the morning
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| With papaw hoping to pull in some more
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| Of them flat heads cause we wanna have a fish fry
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| That’s the life that’s the why what where how
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| I love this place
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| Give it up ya’ll
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| Cause this is paradise
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| Sunset in the background never gets old
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| Got some dirt on my boots
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| Mud tires on the road
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| And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am
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| Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land
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| Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer
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| Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
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| And we all pray at night that we will get by
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| Just another story of my backroads life |