Justin Moore - 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

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