Justin Moore - Backwoods Lyrics
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    Backwoods

    [Verse 1]
    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, sipping 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, working 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

    [Verse 2]
    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 the chain I'm stuck

    [Chorus]
    Out in the backwoods down in the holler
    Out in the backwoods, working 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

    Out in the backwoods down in the holler
    Out in the backwoods, working 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

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