My Neck of the Woods
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Yeah, you know what time it is
It's your boy Hick Ross
I got my man Tommy Chayne on here with me
You know it's an Average Joe thing, baby
Welcome to my neck of the woods
Come on
Yeah, it's that country livin', thoroughbred women (Woo)
Backwood hustlers, corn-fed children
We're forage driven, barbecue grillin'
Mama's fried okra, apple pie sippin'
From them Tennessee fields workin' the crops
To the late night side streets dodgin' the cops
Stackin' twelve hour shifts just puttin' in work
Pushin' livin' to the limit, disregardin' the hurt
Just turn the page, let me fill my soul
With some outlaw country and old rock and roll
That Hank and Willie, Lil' Merle and Cash
Not that modern day cowboy trash
In my neck of the woods
We gon' get a little tipsy sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my old shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code, take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old back roads for sure
In my neck of the woods
Remember that Friday night football, Saturday mud (Ugh)
Sunday school lessons and all week fun (Yeah)
Backyard bonfires, fish on the pond (Get it)
Frog gig chicken, four wheelin' on the farm (Come on)
Back road ridin' where the city lights end
Got that grass roots bumpin' at the lake with my kin
True mud camo from head to toe
With them snake skin boots on that dirt road cold
DP in my can, red sag in my cup
Swisher full of pine with my truck jacked up
Gals gettin' buck underneath the full moon
Honky tonkin' at the bar with the crew
In my neck of the woods
We gon' get a little tipsy sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my old shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code, take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old back roads for sure
In my neck of the woods
Come from a place where we grow our own smoke
Tommy Chayne, yeah, linked up with Big Smoke
King of the pines on his own dirt road
Swervin' through lines, call me George Jones
New blue collar baller, work our hand to the bone (Yeah)
City ain't much, but I'm callin' it home
Friday night lights (What?), the barroom fights (Yeah)
Grew up hard, but we grew up right
Grandma's cookin' and grandpa's pipe
Learned about love from that old moonlight
Don't touch my dog and you can't take my gun (What?)
Tearin' up mud for fun
In my neck of the woods
We gon' get a little tipsy sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my old shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code, take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old back roads for sure
In my neck of the woods
Woo