Growing up in the south yeah it runs in my blood. It’s something in the water mixed in with the mud. We get a little wild way out down here. Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer. Looking for a good time and that’s about it. It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks. We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise. Hey y’all we just some of them good ole backwoods boys
After party after the football game with Charlie. Already had that drink in my truck. They called it the best throne on wheels. How many times on that back forty do we sit and laugh til the morning? Pouring cups up, throwing down, slamming them shots and funneling. Deep down in the country, with about a hundred youngins running around having fun hoping the law didn’t come. We were living day to day, we just relaxed and played. That is the way of a backwoods boy. We drove around town til we had everyone around down to go to the river and down on them problems with the Bible and crown. We were sitting on a mound of rocks, grilling meat by the pound tops. Soft talking tough until we were found
Growing up in the south yeah it runs in my blood. It’s something in the water mixed in with the mud. We get a little wild way out down here. Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer. Looking for a good time and that’s about it. It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks. We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise. Hey y’all we just some of them good ole backwoods boys
Once upon a time I was out flying down a line talking about zip cord. Good lord I was in for more than I bargained for. Hit the river at sixty-five, hit the bottom thought I died. Come up and to my surprise I’m alive, alright. Living life to the fullest, never been much of a punk or bully. Helping others out any chance you can, cause you never know when the time comes that you’ll be in a situation that you need help. I you know when it comes up. You’ll be stuck asking why it had to happen to you. Karma, I’m afraid of that myself, cause my son acts just like his father. Yeah, I’m about to pay for my raising. I’m afraid that the day’s gone come when the officer says I’ma let him say what happened son says it
Growing up in the south yeah it runs in my blood. It’s something in the water mixed in with the mud. We get a little wild way out down here. Chase a little shine with a bottle of beer. Looking for a good time and that’s about it. It’s the way that it is when you live in the sticks. We raise a little hell, we make a lot of noise. Hey y’all we just some of them good ole backwoods boys