Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backroads Life, artist - Mud Digger. Album song Mud Digger, Vol. 6, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 27.08.2015
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Backroads Life |
Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets |
But I do know a little bit about where I come from |
That’s that CO, yeah you know country |
Sunset in the background never gets old |
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road |
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am |
Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land |
Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer |
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul |
And we all pray at night that we will get by |
Just another story of my backroads life |
I’m a Cossatot river runner been floatin' it goin' |
Under Lad bridge since I was old enough to what? |
Hold a paddle |
Passing cattle while paddlin' faster cause it’s getting late |
I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bait |
That’s right, I chugalug, while chuggin' my bug on the lake |
I keep a bubba jug close in case the game warden shows his face |
That is if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape |
Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe |
We’re lovers rather than fighters |
But trust me you don’t want to try us |
we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what? |
A round of your choice |
We talk in a low tone of voice |
That’s right that’s them southern boys |
Playing in God’s land and glad to be part of God’s plan |
Sunset in the background never gets old |
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road |
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am |
Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land |
Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer |
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul |
And we all pray at night that we will get by |
Just another story of my backroads life |
A simple man raised up on days that passed on |
So when I’m riding probably vibin' to a Cash song |
Makes me think about grand daddy |
Creeping in his jon boat |
Mixing up a Crown and Coke |
Sitting up in that honey hole |
So now I know the river like the back of my hand |
And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand |
Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night |
Just another story of my backroads life |
I’m just a back roads eighties baby |
Made in the country like grits and gravy |
Some of y’all still call me crazy |
Thank God the country raised me |
Say them boys done came on up |
Seen a lot of things since kicking up mud |
I appreciate all the love |
My country veins pump country blood |
Gave y’all something so y’all could ride |
It’s been a country boys paradise |
One-ninety proof, now let it shine |
Been doing this here since ninety-nine |
Them city folks, they don’t understand it |
Chilling in my country mansion |
Double wide trailer on some land |
I’ve been knocked down |
But I’m still standing |
Sunset in the background never gets old |
Got some dirt on my boots |
Mud tires on the road |
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am |
Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land |
Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer |
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul |
And we all pray at night that we will get by |
Just another story of my backroads life |
Noodlin' catfish and muddling |
Yes sir I am that Southern |
We make deals |
Without paperwork |
Out in the hills |
Fresh killed meat |
On the grill |
Ten fingers deep in the ribs |
Of an ole ten point deer |
A.K. |
a buck round here |
Racks on the front of our trucks |
Got the balls on the stick shift |
Packing our lips up with snuff |
Give it up for that red seal |
Ain’t nothing quite like fishing in the evening |
When the sun is glistening |
On the water setting, falling, falling |
Behind the tree line |
Or running trout lines in the morning |
With papaw hoping to pull in some more |
Of them flat heads cause we wanna have a fish fry |
That’s the life that’s the why what where how |
I love this place |
Give it up ya’ll |
Cause this is paradise |
Sunset in the background never gets old |
Got some dirt on my boots |
Mud tires on the road |
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma’am |
Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land |
Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer |
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul |
And we all pray at night that we will get by |
Just another story of my backroads life |