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Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass
Buck knife on my belt, ain’t no land for sale ‘round here
Red clay country mud, sippin’ on a cold Bud
Blue tick coon hound you know where I’m found
CHORUS
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, yes sir
Preacher’s daughter couldn’t get hotter
Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash
35’s and a lift kit how stuck can you get
Ain’t that just my luck where’s a chain I’m stuck
CHORUS
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, son
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods
[Thanks to paige for lyrics]
[Thanks to Kele for corrections]
[ More Moore Justin Lyrics ]
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