[Intro SMO] Yeah you know what time it is This your boy Hick Ross I got my man Tommy Chayne on here with me You know its an Average Joe thing baby Welcome to my neck of the woods Come on [Verse 1 Smo] Yeah, its that country livin, thoroughbred women Backwood hustlers, cornfed children Were Ford driven barbecue grillin Mamas 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, disreguard the hurt Just turn the page let me fill my soul With some outlaw country and old rocknroll That Hank and Willie, little Merle and Cash Not that modern day cowboy trash [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin mud for fun Cuttin through the trails with my ol 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 backroads for sure In my neck of the woods You might also like[Verse 2] We live for that Friday night football, Saturday mud Sunday school lessons and all week fun Yeah Backyard bonfires, fish on the pond Get it Frog gig jiggin, four wheelin on the farm Come on Backroad ridin where the city lights end Got that grassroots bumpin at the lake with my kin True mud camo from head to toe With them snakeskin boots on that dirt road code DP in my can, Red Stag 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 [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin mud for fun Cuttin through the trails with my ol 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 backroads for sure In my neck of the woods [Verse 3 Tommy Chayne] Come from a place where we grow our own smoke Tommy Chayne, yeah, linked up with Big Smo King of the pines on this old dirt road Swervin through lines, call me George Jones Blueblue collar baller work our hands to the bone Yeah, city aint much but Im callin it home Friday night lights What, bar room fights Yeah Grew up hard, but we grew up right Grandmas cookin and grandpas pipe Learned about love from that ol moonlight Dont touch my dog and you cant take my gun Tearin up mud for fun [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin mud for fun Cuttin through the trails with my ol 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 backroads for sure In my neck of the woods
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