Backwoods lyrics

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 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 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