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I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood‎ ain't‎ got‎ no‎ money
Bowties‎ and‎ down‎ home‎ honey's‎
Bonfires‎ and‎ moonshine‎ running
Chasing‎ dusk‎ till‎ the‎ dawn
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ creek‎ bank‎ spring‎ fed‎ buddy
Small‎ town‎ and‎ big‎ dream‎ gunning
Back‎ roads‎ and‎ mud‎ tires‎ humming
Drinking‎ till‎ the‎ bottles‎ gone
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood

I'm‎ from‎ the‎ sticks‎ of‎ a‎ lonely‎ dell
Foothills‎ of‎ missouri‎ where‎ the‎ red‎ fox‎ posts‎ his‎ bail
Backroads‎ and‎ hollers‎ and‎ barbed‎ wire‎ fence
Ask‎ me‎ if‎ I‎ get‎ down‎ I'll‎ just‎ plead‎ the‎ fifth
I'll‎ drink‎ a‎ pint‎ a‎ shine‎ proofed‎ 125
Hit‎ the‎ gravel‎ in‎ chevy‎ truck‎ clean‎ bowtie
Find‎ a‎ bail‎ of‎ hay‎ and‎ stare‎ up‎ at‎ the‎ sky
Sunset‎ and‎ stars‎ in‎ the‎ full‎ moon‎ light
Drive‎ down‎ to‎ the‎ river‎ get‎ a‎ fire‎ lit‎ up
Pull‎ the‎ kayak‎ out‎ from‎ the‎ bed‎ of‎ the‎ truck
Pull‎ the‎ jug‎ lines,‎ grab‎ us‎ some‎ Andy's‎ red‎
Cast‎ iron‎ fried‎ catfish‎ up‎ in‎ the‎ pan‎
Light‎ the‎ bonfire‎ just‎ keep‎ mosquitoes‎ away
Shadows‎ casting‎ on‎ the‎ water‎ in‎ a‎ magical‎ haze
Where‎ the‎ days‎ are‎ lazy‎ when‎ the‎ work‎ ain't‎ hard
But‎ the‎ sweat‎ drips‎ heavy‎ when‎ you‎ get‎ shit‎ done

I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood‎ ain't‎ got‎ no‎ money
Bowties‎ and‎ down‎ home‎ honey's‎
Bonfires‎ and‎ moonshine‎ running
Chasing‎ dusk‎ till‎ the‎ dawn
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ creek‎ bank‎ spring‎ fed‎ buddy
Small‎ town‎ and‎ big‎ dream‎ gunning
Back‎ roads‎ and‎ mud‎ tires‎ humming
Drinking‎ till‎ the‎ bottles‎ gone
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood

There's‎ something‎ about‎ a‎ life‎ lived‎ down‎ in‎ the‎ sticks
Where‎ the‎ walmart‎ parking‎ lots‎ packed‎ with‎ hicks
Where‎ you‎ hit‎ the‎ deepest‎ mudhole‎ just‎ for‎ shits and
‎ Grins‎ gone‎ fishing‎ with‎ a‎ couple‎ of‎ friends
In‎ a‎ tree‎ stand‎ chillin‎g just‎ watching‎ the‎ crops
With‎ a‎ 30.06‎ steady‎ smoking‎ some‎ pot
And‎ the‎ corn‎ fields‎ packed‎ with‎ white‎ tail‎
Deep‎ freeze‎ full‎ working‎ for‎ the‎ light‎ bill
We‎ get‎ down‎ in‎ these‎ old‎ small‎ towns
We‎ drink‎ moonshine,‎ can't‎ afford‎ a‎ bottle‎ of‎ crown
Ain't‎ got‎ much‎ money‎ but‎ we‎ got‎ much‎ soul
Never‎ leave‎ no‎ neighbors‎ on‎ the‎ side‎ of‎ the‎ road
You‎ can't‎ buy‎ loyalty,‎ can't‎ buy‎ friends
Cant‎ buy‎ trust ya gotta earn‎ that‎ shit
Can't‎ buy‎ happiness but‎ you‎ can‎ buy‎ trucks
And‎ you‎ can't‎ buy‎ peace‎ but‎ you‎ can give no fucks

I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood‎ ain't‎ got‎ no‎ money
Bowties‎ and‎ down‎ home‎ honey's‎
Bonfires‎ and‎ moonshine‎ running
Chasing‎ dusk‎ till‎ the‎ dawn
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ creek‎ bank‎ spring‎ fed‎ buddy
Small‎ town‎ and‎ big‎ dream‎ gunning
Back‎ roads‎ and‎ mud‎ tires‎ humming
Drinking‎ till‎ the‎ bottles‎ gone
I'm‎ from‎ the‎ backwood

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